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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 · Fantasia
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The only times Leonor ever feared Desmond were when he was wielding a sword and when he was acting upon her with pure desire. 

In those moments she realized how much of a man he was. A terrifying man who had such a hold on her she felt she could do nothing as she was subjected to his touch. 

That wasn't to say she didn't want what he was doing to her, but she didn't know how to handle being wanted so badly. He looked at her as if she were the most prized possession. Only then did she feel accepting of being a man's possession. 

When they were in such passionate embraces with one another, Desmond became something instinctual as he found which buttons she liked pressed. She felt like a puzzle to be solved and he seemed to get just as much from it as she did.