Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 132

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 132**

Margaery’s sharp, piercing gaze swept across the Hadley family, her eyes finally landing on Sophia, who appeared on the brink of losing consciousness. “And you, Lady Sophia,” she began, her voice dripping with disdain. “As the architect of this ill-fated engagement, did you ever consider the consequences for your descendants? When you clasped Tessa’s hand, with the intention of welcoming her into our family as your granddaughter-in-law, did you even spare a thought for the original marriage contract that binds us all?”

The atmosphere in the grand hall shifted, thickening with tension as silence enveloped the gathering. Sophia, struggling to maintain her composure, coughed up another mouthful of blood, the crimson droplets stark against the white marble floor.

“My heavens, at this rate, today’s birthday celebration might very well be Lady Sophia’s final soirée,” one guest murmured, their voice laced with a mix of concern and intrigue. “Lady Margaery isn’t merely seeking to dissolve the engagement; she’s aiming to cast her away entirely!”

“I’ve never witnessed her wield such sharpness before,” another chimed in, eyes wide with disbelief.

“If Lady Sophia truly meets with a tragic fate, this rift will be etched in stone, an unresolvable feud that will haunt us all,” a third voice added, a hint of worry creeping in.

“Lady Margaery is still so young. If this continues, she might be risking her own life…”

Margaery absorbed every whispered word, her heart a tempest of emotions. Indeed, she harbored a desire for Sophia’s demise—a vendetta that had festered since their last encounter. She was merely a player in the ruthless game of power, far from any semblance of virtue or saintliness.

For those who had previously trampled upon her dignity, should the opportunity arise, she would strike back with lethal intent, regardless of their age or status. The past was a bitter reminder, and she had learned that survival often demanded a ruthless heart.

With a cold snort escaping her lips, Margaery recalled her previous attempt at diplomacy, a futile effort that had resulted in her own demise in the icy depths of a pond. It was far wiser now to take the initiative, to seize control of her own fate, and leave the whims of life and death to chance.

Her gaze sharpened as it fell upon Seamus. “Lord Seamus, does your family’s conduct truly reflect your esteemed position? You hold the reins of the Ministry of Rites for the Eastvale Empire, yet you seem to disgrace the very nation you represent. Do you not feel the weight of that shame?”

Seamus’s face flushed with indignation, fury boiling within him. “You wretch! How dare you defame me in such a manner?”

Today had been a day of utter humiliation for him. The connection between Dominic and Tessa was no secret to anyone present; the elders had long agreed that Dominic was destined to marry Tessa. Yet, in a shocking turn of events, the crowd had rallied behind Margaery, forcing a complete reversal of expectations, casting Tessa aside in favor of Margaery. Such matters were not to be discussed openly, and Seamus felt the blood rush to his head in anger.

Margaery laughed derisively. “The evidence speaks for itself. How is this slander? You, Lord Seamus, who calls me a wretch at every opportunity, truly, it seems that like attracts like. If we’re discussing lowliness, who could possibly surpass Lord Dominic?”

“Every day, he lounges in Sunbeam Court, and every few nights he finds himself in the Chancellor’s estate. Anyone unaware of the truth would think he was the Chancellor’s own son!”

As Margaery’s words echoed through the hall, the crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. “The marriage contract does stipulate that Lord Dominic must remain faithful to Lady Margaery, but the incident at Pero Cela alone is grounds enough to nullify that promise. Lady Margaery is fully justified in tearing up the engagement.”

“Exactly, exactly!” others chimed in, their voices rising in agreement.

Dominic, sensing the tide turning against him, felt a surge of panic. “That’s not how it happened! The events at Pero Cela were merely an accident! I assure you, I have no relationship with Tessa beyond what is appropriate!”

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