Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 151

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

Joshua’s heart twisted with a dark satisfaction as he recalled the most cruel act he had ever inflicted upon Margaery. It was a day etched in his memory, one where he had allied himself with Raul, ruthlessly blocking her exit at the main gate. He had forced her to kneel there, a punishment that stretched on for an entire day and night, before callously shoving her into the woodshed.

Yet, what Margaery spoke of was far more sinister: “Grinding the bones to dust and scattering them to the wind.” The very thought sent a chill down Joshua’s spine.

Then, Russell returned, his face pale and shaken, revealing that he had witnessed Margaery’s last moments. He claimed their entire family had conspired to end her life for the sake of Tessa, igniting a furious rage in both him and their father. The revelation was like a match to a powder keg.

But to hear such words come from Margaery herself was an unexpected blow. Joshua’s pupils dilated, and a fleeting pang of guilt washed over him. How could he feel remorse for someone he had treated so poorly?

But just as quickly, he dismissed it, shaking his head with a sneer. “Of course, Russell turned out like this because you, the venomous woman, incited him against us.”

He leaned closer, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let me make this clear: stop weaving your web of deceit to confuse us. I am not Russell, and I will not fall for your lies! All I see is your malicious nature.”

Margaery listened, her laughter ringing out like glass shattering. “Then you should continue believing that. If you have nothing more to say, I suggest you leave.”

Perhaps she was indeed malicious now, but what of her past? In her previous life, she had never harmed a soul, treating everyone with kindness and respect. Yet, what had that yielded her?

Karma, it seemed, was a relentless force, ensuring that good and evil were meted out in equal measure. She was simply biding her time, waiting for the right moment to escape, her resources limited until Adam returned to assist her.

Joshua felt a weight pressing down on him, suffocating in the face of her calm demeanor. “Father wants you to come with me,” he managed to say, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

An odd sensation gripped him. He had raged and cursed, yet here stood Margaery, composed and tranquil. It unnerved him, stirring an unsettling feeling deep within. He couldn’t quite articulate it, but there was a sense of finality, a realization that he had not fully let go of her.

He found himself unwilling to confront the truth: he did not want to lose her. Yet, it was painfully clear that Margaery had already slipped from his grasp, never to return.

No matter how much he lamented, reminisced, or struggled against the tides of fate, she had made her choice to betray this family, and nothing could reverse that decision.

Joshua stood frozen, a desperate urge to strike his forehead and rid himself of the anguish that consumed him. Margaery rose from her bed, ignoring him completely, and made her way toward Raul.

He turned to watch her leave, a surge of indescribable unease and resentment swelling in his chest. In the past, he had held disdain for her, neglected her, and even plotted ways to rid himself of her presence. Yet he had never envisioned a day when he would lose her entirely.

He had always believed, regardless of their treatment, that Margaery would remain the Chancellor’s daughter, forever tethered to their family. Even in death, she would haunt the halls of the Chancellor’s estate.

But now, discovering she was not of the Wallen lineage, he had even considered casting her aside. Yet at this moment, witnessing her determination to sever ties with the Chancellor’s estate, indifferent to the place that had once been her home, he felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment that clawed at his insides.

What was wrong with him?

Joshua followed her outside, his face pale and drawn. Wayne stepped forward, hands cupped in respect as he addressed Margaery. “Lady Margaery, where are you headed? I’ll accompany you.”

“To see the Chancellor,” she replied, her tone unwavering.

Margaery understood her limitations. She wouldn’t overestimate her abilities nor invite further pain into her life. “Come with me,” she added, her resolve clear.

“Margaery Wallen!” Joshua interjected, stepping in front of Wayne, blocking his path. “You are an outsider. Know your place…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wayne struck, pushing Joshua back several steps. The metallic taste of blood filled Joshua’s mouth as he stumbled, shocked by the sudden violence.

Wayne’s voice was low and threatening, “Lord Joshua, you should understand your position. If you attempt to stop me again, I won’t hesitate to end you here.”

“I am the lord of the Chancellor’s estate and the King’s personal guard! How dare you!” Joshua’s fury flared, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Wayne merely sneered, “If I fail to protect Lady Margaery, I will die trying. If I kill you, at worst, I will die too. Either way, it leads to death, so what do I have to lose?”

“If members of the Wallen family behaved like decent human beings, Lady Margaery wouldn’t be in danger in her own home, nor would she need my protection!”

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