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

For the first time, Leonor was able to witness the extent of damage done to his body.

His pale skin stood out even in the dark room while the scarred half of his body was more hidden in shadows. She had to sit on the bed to see him from up close where he lay in the center of the bed.

At that moment, she realized his bed was smaller than hers. She glanced around the room, noticing for the first time his room was smaller than hers as well.

Originally, she thought it seemed small because the dark colors closed everything off, but it was clear she had the master bedroom of the house while her husband, the true master, stayed in the smaller place.

The entire situation made her feel even worse.

Her eyes returned to Desmond who lay on the bed, unaware of Leonor. She preferred him not to see her peer at his body. He would take it as disgust rather than curiosity as he always did.

Facing the Truth