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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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Whatever She Wants

Words were caught in Leonor's throat the moment she heard her husband's gravelly voice. She managed to walk into the room but she couldn't utter a word at the sight of him.

Perhaps she had prematurely hunted him down. What if he finally showed his true colors to her? Gideon said he was busy after all. 

Even though it felt like she had thought long and hard about her decision to go there that evening, she was questioning everything when the duke quickly angled his face downward and gestured for one of the chairs in a sitting area across from the grand oak desk he sat at. 

His deep forest green chair looked like a throne and she thought of a similar chair at her previous home. The count gave her the most lectures from that very chair. It was one he sat in when she kneeled before him, begging him not to marry her off to someone who was supposedly so volatile and repulsive to look at. 

Leonor swallowed hard and found her voice.