My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 150

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Chapter 150 Storms Gather

Chapter 150 Storms Gather

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A darker notion followed. In that other lifetime the two of them might already have had a child–shaped by her caprices, molded far from his hand. The thought spread across his mind like thunderclouds, blotting out every shred of light.

While the Zonfrillo Estate pressed ahead with breathless urgency, arranging the long–awaited audience between Soren and the Princess, the Niven household across town buzzed with equal fervor over Fiona’s coming–of–age ceremony. Meryl, ever the doting mother, oversaw every crumb and ribbon herself. She summoned the famed chefs of Harvest House–an honor that cost a small fortune for a single day–then hired an elite opera troupe whose fee would make lesser families blanch.

Joanna watched the extravagance piling higher by the hour and could no longer hold her tongue. She slipped into Hannah’s sitting room to mutter a quiet complaint.

“Enough. Stop measuring her every move,” Hannah said, voice flat with fatigue. “When you managed the household coffers, you bought Ully plenty of finery. Did the second branch ever quarrel with you about it?”

“I was never this wasteful,” Joanna answered earnestly. “Besides, Ully is the duke’s eldest grandson. I only fear the family name will look foolish.”

A chill edged Hannah’s next words. “Every child under this roof is equal in my eyes—including Lili.”

The mention of Lilith landed like a warning bell. Hannah knew precisely how Joanna had slighted the girl; she had simply chosen peace over confrontation–until now.

Joanna fell silent.

“If you have the nerve, march to the second branch and call Meryl wasteful to her face,” Hannah added, iron threading through every syllable. “Complaining here helps no one.”

These days Hannah judged by reason alone; she would support whoever proved right. Joanna, though simmering, knew better than to press further.

“Your own son and daughter are already married,” Hannah continued more gently. “Zachary is still stationed in Junbert, and the second branch must arrange matches for Fiona and Vince alone. If they sense you begrudge them now, their hearts will freeze over.”

Joanna’s shoulders softened. “Vince is a man; two extra years will not harm him. It is Fiona I pity–she has grown so lovely.”

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12:09 Wed, Oct 15

Chapter 150 Storms Gather

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Hannah sighed. “So be it–fate rules us all. As for Lilith, you are her mother. Start seeking a worthy match

At the doorway, Fiona’s laughter chimed. “Joanna, you simply must find Lili an excellent. husband.” She stepped inside, eyes alight. “Grandmother, let’s invite Lili to join us.”

Hannah peered at her, amused. “Your mother finally released you? She’s kept you buried in hairpins and jewels for days.”

“No one could sort through that mountain of trinkets in a single sitting,” Fiona said, dimples flashing. “I fled here for a moment’s peace.”

Hannah turned to Ruby. “Go fetch Lili. Since Fiona misses her, lift the confinement and let the sisters talk.”

As Ruby hurried off, a quiet calculation flickered behind Fiona’s smile. Something must have happened in my absence to upset the main branch.

Joanna poured her a fresh cup of tea, tone suddenly warm. “Your mother has been frantic with preparations. Few girls in Jexburgh will see a coming–of–age ceremony to rival yours.”

Fiona teased, “Mother swears she’ll empty her entire dowry to celebrate me.” The playful claim was aimed squarely at Joanna’s purse–conscious heart–let her believe the money came from Meryl’s own chest; the household accounts remained firmly in Mother’s grasp.

Joanna’s features, which had been pinched with worry a moment ago, relaxed into a gentle warmth.

“If there’s anything your mother needs–any favor at all–tell her she has only to send for me,” she told Fiona, her tone carrying the quiet authority of someone accustomed to solving her family’s troubles.

Fiona gave a small, grateful nod, the candlelight catching in her dark lashes like dew on midnight leaves.

“A timid Grandmother?” floated through the doorway.

Fiona turned, skirts whispering across the polished floor, just in time to see Lilith step inside from the corridor, a pale shaft of winter sun framing her like a portrait.

Nine months had passed, yet she seemed scarcely changed, save for a few inches of new height that made her appear caught between the last flicker of childhood and the first flame of youth.

The moment her gaze found Fiona she did not, as so many others did, stare in awe at her cousin’s beauty. Instead her shoulders lowered, as though she had been holding her breath for

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