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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…

QueenFrieza · ファンタジー
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325 Chs

Quiet (R18)

Desmond didn't know if Leonor knew how she affected his heart when she praised him in such a way. 

The insecurities that deeply scarred his heart made him resistant to her words. He wanted to argue, but he had no evidence to refute her statements. When he was met with such a loving gaze, words were lost on his tongue. 

He forgot how to speak during times like that. It was why he had to become a better kisser to communicate when words didn't quite fit what was going on in his head or how she was stirring up his heart. 

"I'm more impressive with you next to me," he said, words encroaching on argumentative but not wanting to ruin the peace. 

"I'm serious," Leonor responded. "Your body moves without thought. You become entirely instinctual just as–" 

She stopped herself and blinked a few times. Her face was already red due to the warm water but it became worse.