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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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When the Past and Present Collide

"I just need to sit for a moment," Leonor said with her hand on her forehead, trying to wave away the maid and Gideon. "I was feeling a bit hot." 

After Armand caught Leonor, she claimed that she had been feeling faint and there was no more to glean from it than that. She knew her response was worrying but she didn't want to be fretted for when it came to something she couldn't possibly explain to the others. 

Despite her efforts to wave it off as if it weren't an issue, Gideon asked the maid to summon the carriage. With the protective duke in mind, he didn't want Leonor to have to walk the few blocks it would take to get to the town square. 

The duchess eventually relented, knowing she wouldn't convince them otherwise. 

While she waited, William brought her a wooden cup full of cold water and she drank it down gratefully. 

More than anything else, she was embarrassed at how she responded.