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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Is It Enough?

The last statement wasn't entirely true. There was a time when the duke enjoyed socializing.

Before Desmond was Desmond, he was a social butterfly. Many times in his life he got into trouble because he couldn't keep his mouth shut according to the headmaster at the orphanage. If he wasn't in trouble for talking, he was in trouble for talking back to authority. 

Luckily, he learned to keep his mouth shut before dealing with Count Mikael. 

As the duke, he had no choice but to listen more than he spoke. It would make his life much easier if he could bark orders like the other noblemen. It was frustrating having to quietly whisper an order so someone else could announce it for him.

A few times he even broke down and said what needed to be said for efficiency. He always regretted it when it felt like he had swallowed razorblades.