My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Hidden Schemes

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“You heard my granny that day,” Fiona began, her voice held steady by sheer will. She never meant to slay Pierre. She did not even wish him dead. Yet he perished by her hand all the same. Someone wanted the world to believe she murdered to silence him.

“My granny has sins, yes, but she is no traitorous minister as the gossips in Jexburgh claim. My uncle died for Duflana, and the Zonfrillo Estate has bled for Duflana as well. Shouldn’t all people, care who the true villain in Yondale is?”

Soren’s eyes darkened, bottomless, like a stairway that spiraled into night. Whatever calculations lived behind them remained sealed.

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“Must you truly drive my granny to the gallows?” A brittle laugh escaped her before she could cage it.

Pain twisted through Fiona’s chest, but she forced her shoulders square. Negotiation, she had learned, was a battle of posture; yield an inch of composure and the war was lost.

“The Indictment Scroll is not in my possession,” Soren said, his tone flat as slate.

“Meaning you can no longer reach it?” Her reply was quick, sensing the truth beneath his words.

Soren merely answered, “This is beyond my hand now. Ms. Fiona, go home.”

The polite dismissal chilled her more than any threat. She searched his face, found doors locked tight, and a prickling dread crawled down her spine. Why was Pierre transferred right before the tragedy? Why was the Indictment Scroll stolen so effortlessly? Why did a court official die precisely when Granny had no wish for his death, and why did the capital hesitate to investigate? Why does Granny fear Samuel and the power behind him?

It was because that power belonged to Emperor Aldric.

During these few days of frantic inquiry, Princess Helen and Soren had likely reached the same horrifying conclusion.

Only the Emperor could reshuffle officials at the perfect hour, hijack a scroll bound for the Zonfrillo Estate, and let Pierre’s death dangle unanswered. He trusted no one in Yondale- Pierre, least of all–so the man’s demise was a convenient footnote.

The entire affair was a slow–turning trap, crafted by Emperor Aldric to erase Princess Helen, piece by patient piece.

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Chapter 129 Hidden Schemes

Realization slammed into Fiona, draining the color from her cheeks.

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The Indictment Scroll had not surfaced because it must first be “destroyed” by Princess Helen -evidence twisted into motive, the perfect rope for a fabricated crime.

Samuel, she now understood, had never hunted the Indictment Scroll. The two masked riders. outside the Lawson residence that night wanted Soren informed of its existence–and wanted word to reach Princess Helen, luring her into the open so the scheme could proceed without a hitch.

Even Soren’s sudden appearance in this remote manor had been penciled into Emperor Aldric’s ledger long before any of them took notice.

Emperor Aldric loathed the Princess Royal’s family and, by extension, eyed the Zonfrillo Estate with equal distaste. Let the two factions bruise each other like clam and snipe–when blood clouded the water, he would swoop in for the easy catch. If Princess Helen fell, that would be perfect. If she slipped the noose, Soren could be chastised for “poor execution.”

Emperor Aldric lost nothing and gained everything. The message to the Zonfrillo Estate was clear. A sovereign’s reach was boundless; forget one’s station and one would share her fate.

“Lord Soren… was it only after you guessed the emperor’s true design that you decided to hold me at arm’s length again?”

A few days ago, he slipped in with teasing smiles; now, he retreats as though the air between us burns. Men are scaffolding made of smoke. A soft ache settling behind Fiona’s ribs.

“I promised Xavier I would keep my distance from you in the days ahead,” Soren said, the words flat as iron.

“You have never been a man who trades favors lightly. What did Mr. Xavier offer that persuaded you so quickly?”

“I am no ally of the Niven family, no kin of yours, and certainly not your husband. On what grounds do you interrogate me?” His voice cut like chilled steel.

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