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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 · 奇幻言情
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Her Relationship With Respect

Anxiety ate at Leonor the morning before Desmond was meant to go off with the marquess and, before they could get their clothing on for the day, Leonor clung to Desmond. 

A few times, he had tried to stand up to get dressed, but each time, Leonor would put more weight on top of him. 

While the duke didn't mind when his wife clung to him, he didn't want to be seen as rude by the guest who so graciously trapped them in his estate and forced them to enjoy themselves rather than focusing on work as usual.

However, he could read Leonor like a book. As she got ready to go see Marchioness Letizia, she returned to him in phases, as if she couldn't stray for too long. His touch was keeping her grounded. 

"Are you feeling nervous?" he asked.