Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 69

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 69: She Calls Off The Wedding**

“There’s no need for either of you to stay. I want you both to leave now,” Margaery declared with a chilling finality, her gaze as cold as steel. “If you ever find yourselves needing anything from me in the future, at least ensure your stories match up.”

Dominic felt as if the ground had vanished beneath him; he stood frozen in disbelief.

Just as he gathered his thoughts to respond, Clyde interjected, his voice slicing through the tension like a knife. “Did you see that attitude? Dominic, don’t waste your breath trying to reason with her. She’s nothing but spiteful!”

Clyde’s eyes were ablaze with indignation as he shot a furious glare at Margaery. “Margaery, don’t you have any sense of what’s good for you?”

Dominic could feel the heat of anger rising within him, his fists clenching at his sides. “Shut your mouth! What’s your problem with her? We need to focus on healing those wounds first!”

“Seriously, just look at how she behaves!” Clyde grumbled, his eyes narrowing as he continued to glare at Margaery.

The simmering rage in Clyde boiled over, his voice dripping with contempt. “People like her don’t deserve to breathe!”

Those words struck Margaery like a dagger, piercing deep into her heart.

With a defiant tilt of her chin, she met Clyde’s gaze, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I see. I don’t know what’s good for me, huh? If you’re brave enough, why don’t you come and kill me yourself?”

Clyde’s face contorted with fury, his grip on his sword tightening as he raised it once more, ready to unleash his wrath.

Dominic’s eyes widened in horror. He had no intention of letting this escalate further. Ignoring Margaery entirely, he grabbed Clyde by the arm and yanked him away. “Clyde, you just returned! Why are you already looking for a fight with her? Let’s go. Margaery needs to tend to her wounds first. What if she bleeds out? You’re her brother! Can you really live with yourself if you push your own sister to her death?”

Once outside, Dominic lowered his voice, urgency lacing his tone. “Clyde, did you even notice that hairpin she’s wearing? That’s a gift from the late King! With that on her head, who gave you the right to lay a hand on her? If you dare swing your sword at her again, it’s your life that’s going to be at stake!”

Dominic felt as though he might explode. Just when he had finally managed to coax Margaery into a calmer state, Clyde had come in and shattered everything in an instant.

Clyde was still seething, his anger palpable. “Looks like Avery was right after all. She’s just hiding behind outsiders, which is why she treats this family like trash! If you’re all too scared to confront her, then I’ll do it myself! Let’s see what else she thinks she can get away with…”

Clyde struggled against Dominic’s grip, desperate to return and confront Margaery once more.

In a moment of pure frustration, Dominic slapped Clyde hard across the face, his voice low and filled with menace. “Do you want the Chancellor’s estate and the Hadley family to go down with you? If you’re so eager for death, don’t drag me down with you!”

Clyde, momentarily stunned, clutched his cheek in disbelief. “You hit me?”

He stood frozen, staring at Dominic, confusion and anger swirling within him. “Did I say something wrong? And what gives you the right to strike me? She’s not even married yet! This is the Wallen family’s business, not yours!”

With that, Clyde turned on his heel and stormed off, his voice echoing in the air. “I can’t believe this! What’s wrong with you, wanting to marry that venomous woman, Margaery? Tessa must be blind to fall for you!”

Dominic watched as Clyde stormed away, rubbing his temples in frustration.

‘Avery is such an idiot,’ he thought bitterly. ‘I told him to keep a low profile in Lakeburgh, but instead, he stirs up trouble, pushing Clyde back here without even knowing the full story. He’s going to be the death of me!’

At least, for now, Clyde was out of the picture.

Taking a deep breath, Dominic steeled himself and turned back to find Margaery. “Margaery, you know how Clyde is. He’s been hot-headed since we were children. Please, don’t take it to heart.”

Margaery glanced up at him, her expression unreadable, and said nothing.

‘So just because Clyde’s always been like this, I’m supposed to accept it?’ she thought, the bitterness of the situation weighing heavily on her.

“Everything will be alright,” Dominic continued, sensing the tension in the air. “Soon, you’ll be marrying me. Once you’re part of the Hadley family, no matter how fiery his temper is, he won’t dare come after you.”

He stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Margaery, how’s your wound? Do you want me to fetch a doctor for you?”

Dominic looked like he might break down. “The moment Clyde got back, he went straight to Margaery to settle scores. He claimed she had been enjoying sixteen years of blessings that rightfully belonged to Tessa, and now that Tessa’s only been back for a year, Margaery is being so vicious—refusing to hand over the remedy to Tessa, getting Avery kicked out of his position, and even conspiring with outsiders to undermine the Chancellor’s estate.”

“Now, Margaery has completely cut ties with him, saying she no longer has a brother like that. The worst part is, she just told me she’s calling off the wedding. She insists I should marry Tessa instead, and there’s no way she’s letting this go.”

A chill ran down Joshua’s spine. “Avery, that jerk!”

Before leaving, Joshua had warned Avery repeatedly not to stir up any family drama for the time being. Who would have thought he would go and make things worse by badmouthing Margaery?

‘What’s wrong with Clyde?’ Joshua thought, frustration bubbling inside him. ‘He’s as hotheaded as they come, even less reliable than Russell. Fantastic. Just perfect!’

“What do we do now?” Dominic looked at Joshua, worry etched across his face.

“Things have spiraled out of control. If Margaery truly refuses to marry me, how are we supposed to clean up this mess? Forget about Avery’s position at the Royal Medical Hall—everyone in the city already knows about the wedding. Now the bride is calling it off, and it’s not like we can force her to go through with it. What are we supposed to do?”

“Yeah, we can’t force her,” Joshua muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. “If it weren’t for that imperial hairpin, maybe we would still have some leverage. But now, with her wearing it, if she insists on not marrying, even parental orders and the matchmaker’s arrangements won’t do us any good.”

“Absolutely not,” Joshua said, shaking his head vehemently. “If she refuses to marry you, there’s no doubt she’ll have a chance with Dashnell. Even if she only ends up as his concubine, that’s still a disaster for us! We absolutely can’t let her end up with Dashnell!”

“Then I suppose the only option left is for Clyde to apologize to her personally,” Dominic suggested, laying out his plan. “But given Clyde’s temper, he won’t listen to either of us. We’ll need the Lord Chancellor to step in personally.”

If their families weren’t so intertwined and things hadn’t descended into such chaos, Dominic honestly would have walked away from the whole situation by now.

Joshua nodded in agreement. “Once Father returns, we’ll have him go over there.”

He then asked Dominic, “Didn’t you say Margaery was hurt? Where is she now?”