QueenFrieza

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…

My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

"Desmond Carthach," a hoarse voice whispered, hinting at the irreversible damage to his vocal cords. His wounds weren't only external.

Those were the first words uttered by the hero as he lay on a cot with one of his arms outstretched. The healers in charge of the upkeep of his bandages insisted he remain that way or his skin would heal his armpit shut and he wouldn't have correct movement of his arm.

An arm that wielded a sword ultimately putting a stop to the war.

King Stephano asked the hero what his name was after confirming weeks before that the one ruby eye left was that of Valerio's. Yet he insisted his name was Desmond Carthach.

Desmond looked at the King with a complete lack of recognition. He tried to bow his head in respect knowing the man in front of him was a monarch, but Stephano insisted he remain lying down. It was he who should be bowing to a war hero.