Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 142

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

Tessa’s mind raced with bitter thoughts, ‘What is it about Margaery that draws the attention of every noble and aristocrat in the realm? Why am I the one cast aside, scorned by Dominic, hidden away by Callum, and burdened with the label of a promiscuous woman for eternity?’

The tension in her hands was palpable, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm, a silent testament to her mounting frustration.

The fury in Tessa’s eyes was unmistakable, a blazing fire she could not extinguish.

At that moment, a dark resolution took root within her heart—she would see Margaery dead, and the thought filled her with a grim sense of purpose.

Margaery, perceptive as ever, sensed the undercurrents of Tessa’s hatred. However, she had no intention of engaging with Marcus, so she maintained a poised silence, biding her time, ready to slip away from the trap Tessa was so painstakingly setting for her.

As Tessa observed Margaery’s unyielding demeanor, her irritation boiled over.

Finally, unable to hold her tongue any longer, she cast a furtive glance at the main gate and addressed Raul, her voice laced with feigned discomfort. “Father, my stomach aches a little. I need to visit the privy.”

Her true intention was to find someone—anyone—who could summon Halle to her side with urgency.

Time was of the essence; she could not afford to wait any longer.

If Marcus truly wed Margaery, Callum’s wrath would surely be unleashed.

With Dominic’s abandonment still fresh in her mind, the thought of losing Callum too sent a shiver of despair through her. Who would she turn to then?

It was imperative that she retained Callum’s loyalty.

Tessa’s gaze sharpened as she scrutinized Raul, searching for a flicker of understanding.

But Raul was oblivious, his attention solely fixed on Margaery, as he pressed her with an unyielding tone. “We have reached a critical juncture. For Marcus, marrying you would be a stroke of fortune. Why do you not express your gratitude?”

With a voice imbued with sincerity, Marcus stepped forward, his eyes glistening with affection. “Margaery, given my genuine feelings for you, will you not accept me? If you prefer to choose another time for this momentous decision, I shall honor that wish.”

Tessa’s heart raced, her pupils narrowing in disbelief at the scene unfolding before her.

Ignoring the presence of others, she pretended to clutch her stomach and dashed out of the room, her mind racing with thoughts of vengeance.

Inside, Marcus continued his relentless pursuit, his voice unwavering. “You have ten days. Take this time to rest. After ten days, I shall return with a grand bridal procession to claim you as my bride.”

He refused to rise from his seat, his attention singularly focused on Margaery, dismissing everyone else around him.

Margaery furrowed her brows, a hint of irritation creeping into her demeanor. “Prince Marcus, do you not think this is a bit too hasty? If you truly cared for me, you would not be so insistent today. Your fervor feels almost threatening, as if you desire my demise.”

The thought of marrying Marcus was utterly repugnant to her.

Marcus’s eyes widened in disbelief; he had not anticipated that she would dare to deny him, even now.

Alicia, witnessing the exchange, erupted with indignation. She slammed her hand onto the table, her voice rising in fury. “Margaery Wallen! Are you truly considering refusing him? Who has bestowed upon you such audacity?”

Just outside the door, Tessa had returned and immediately caught wind of Alicia’s pressure on Margaery.

Anxiety surged within her, and she could no longer wait for Halle’s entrance. She rushed inside, dropping to her knees, her voice trembling with urgency. “Prince Marcus, you cannot marry my sister, Margaery!”

This time, Raul’s ears perked up at her outburst.

“Tessa!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and confusion.

Stunned, Raul struggled to comprehend why she was creating such a stir.

“Why?” Marcus’s brows knitted together, his icy gaze locking onto Tessa, disdain evident in his expression.

He had never held Tessa in high regard, and her lack of decorum only fueled his irritation. Without waiting for her to respond, he sneered, “When did it become your prerogative to dictate whom I may marry?”

“Please, Prince Marcus, temper your anger. My daughter hails from the countryside and lacks the understanding of proper etiquette. I beg you, do not take her words to heart…” Raul interjected quickly, attempting to quell the rising tension.

Yet, Marcus’s gaze remained piercing as he regarded Raul, the reproach in his eyes unmistakable. “If she lacks understanding, then do not bring her to such gatherings and shame yourself further.”

Raul’s cheeks flushed with humiliation at the rebuke. He turned to Tessa, his voice stern. “Tessa, this matter is not yours to meddle in today. Remain silent.”

Inwardly, Raul chastised himself, ‘Tessa is thoughtless. After all, she is a simple country girl with limited experience. It seems she will require careful guidance moving forward.’

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify