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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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A Comfortable Day In

The way Desmond gripped the arm of the chair he sat in, Leonor knew he was taken aback since she couldn't see the finer details of his expression. It only served to widen her smile.

"You shouldn't be serving me," he said. 

"Doesn't mean I don't want to," Leonor admitted. "Please try one. I hope the tansies are as good as I remember from my childhood." 

He couldn't continue without her enjoying it alongside him. He wanted to pull out her chair but a maid who was paying attention pulled out Leonor's chair first. 

"Please, join me," he said. "I don't want to enjoy this while you stand there." 

Leonor relented by allowing the maid to take her apron and joining Desmond at the table. 

Once his wife was next to him, Desmond didn't hesitate to try the food she made first. With a fork and a knife, he took a bite and contemplated it for a few moments.