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My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

A powerless woman’s worst nightmare is marrying someone against her will. When those who are supposed to protect her betray her in the vilest of ways, Leonor is forced to marry a Duke known for his cold nature and repulsive appearance. After a miserable childhood, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that her future was never truly in her hands in the first place. Duke Desmond de Montclair was nobody before the war. He garnered the King’s favor by doing the impossible in battle. Unfortunately, any achievement is eclipsed by his appearance and unbearable personality. In a kingdom that idolizes beauty, there is no room for someone like him. At first, Leonor finds life with the Duke to be what she’s used to - walking on eggshells and never speaking what’s truly in her heart. Eventually, things slowly start to change as the Duke learns about the horrors she faced while living with her family. His power becomes the key to her revenge. However, in a moment where she feels cornered, Leonor confesses to the Duke that she’s in love with someone else. The progress she has made with the Duke comes crashing down around her. Will her magic abilities be enough to convince the Duke not to throw her out? If she can make herself useful to him, perhaps she can gain his sympathy somehow…

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Lady Alma

There were many nights such as that where Desmond stayed awake longer, begging his body to cool off while Leonor slept soundly beside him.

Despite his uncontrollable desire, he noticed that his bad dreams were starting to lessen since she distracted him as he drifted off to sleep. Even though the distraction brought up a whole new slew of issues, he preferred it rather than the dreams of fire and destruction he was used to. 

She was his heaven on Earth.

Leonor often woke up first because Desmond usually fell asleep last.

The first thing she would do was turn around and observe him as he slept. She often reflected on the night she saw what was under his shirt. His body was carved like a marble statue.

Her innocent curiosities felt less innocent as they shared a bed. There wasn't an inch of him she didn't want to know more about.