My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 260

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With so much coin in motion–and with soldiers answering to him–Alexander now held enough leverage to spark open rebellion. Emperor Aldric, Fiona imagined, would not be able to enjoy a single peaceful night’s sleep. He would hunt for ways to break the Zonfrillo family piece by piece.

Therefore, the secrets buried within the Fuller Estate could never be allowed to escape its walls.

In Fiona’s previous life as Soren’s wife, not even a whisper had reached her ear. In the present life, she knew only that the Fullers ran errands for the Zonfrillo family–nothing more.

At present, the Zonfrillo family was grateful to the Nivens, and Soren still harbored a sliver of affection for his former wife. As long as their requests did not endanger the estate, he might even lend a hand. Yet where Harriet and Vincent were concerned, his answer would remain an ironclad no.

Should Vincent learn more than he ought, Soren’s sense of obligation might not be enough to spare him.

Unless, of course, Vincent became one of Soren’s own.

A mere marriage to Fiona would not achieve that. What was required was a bond of interests so tight neither side could breathe without the other.

Fiona mulled it over. A way existed, but it would take time.

“For now, Vincent, please don’t spring your situation on Mother. She would be overwhelmed and might place all the blame on Harriet. Guide her gently until she can accept it,” she finally suggested.

Alas, it would be nearly impossible for Meryl to accept Harriet into the family. The very notion of a merchant’s daughter crossing her threshold felt, to her, like smoke darkening the ancestral banners. Vincent had tested the waters before–gentle hints, half–spoken wishes–but his mother had refused even to let the words finish echoing across the room.

“Even if you forbid it, Mother, I will still choose to be with Ms. Fuller,” Vincent had said then, voice low yet immovable. “If need be, I will live single all my days, buy her a house outside these walls, and guard her from afar.”

Fiona released a quiet sigh that stirred the fringe at her brow. With the way her brother always charged at problems headfirst, he would never be able to solve them. She touched his sleeve and offered softly, “If Harriet saves your life, Mother might bend. Save you again, help your

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carcer rise—each time she lifts you higher, Mother’s gratitude will follow. She is, above all, a woman who remembers favors.”

After all, who would not welcome a daughter–in–law who drew fortune to her husband like spring rain to seedlings? Locking horns with Mother would only sow harm and reap nothing.

Light sparked behind Vincent’s dark lashes. “You are right,” he replied, as though Fiona had handed him a lantern in a corridor he thought sealed shut.

Later that afternoon, once Vincent had ridden off toward the palace, Lilith found Fiona beneath the peach arbor. “Why is Vincent smiling as if the sun rose for him alone today?” she asked, amusement dancing in her

eyes.

Fiona answered only with a curved lip and a secret that stayed locked behind it.

“Oh, by the way, Naomi invited me to the Zonfrillo Estate. Will you come with me, Fiona?” Lilith piped up. She knew Naomi wanted to invite Fiona instead, but out of fear of being rejected, she wound up inviting Lilith instead.

“Not this time,” Fiona said, shaking her head. “You go on ahead, Lili. Get on good terms with them–it will serve you well someday.”

It was Lilith’s first solo visit to the Zonfrillo Estate. Initial nerves prickled her palms, yet Mindy and Naomi welcomed her with such warmth that tension melted like frost in morning light.

“Why didn’t Fiona come along? I had hoped for a long, honest talk with her,” Mindy said, pouring tea that steamed between them.

“Uncle Zachary has just returned to Jexburgh, so Fiona’s busy,” Lilith replied.

“When only the two young women remained, Naomi’s composure cracked as she gripped Lilith’s hand. “Soren may be sent to Broadmoor within days, Lili–over a month earlier than planned. Please help me inform Fiona.”

Lilith nodded, the gravity of the request pressing on her chest.

Tears glazed Naomi’s eyes. “Father told him the journey could be dangerous,” she whispered, voice trembling.

The memory flared: her father’s deep, steady tone floating from the study. “The Zonfrillo family casts too long a shadow. His Majesty will not rest until one of our pillars is removed. Broadmoor is a battlefield in more ways than one. Guard yourself, my son.”

Political riddles meant little to Naomi. She grasped only this: the Emperor–her own uncle- had grown unwilling to tolerate the Zonfrillos.

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That same evening, her brother emerged, face unreadable as ever, yet his fingertips lingered on the embroidered pouch Fiona once gifted him–a silent touch that spoke louder than any

confession.

“Lili, I only pray Fiona will see Soren once before he leaves,” Naomi pleaded, humility softening every syllable.

“Don’t worry, Naomi. I will tell her,” Lilith promised.

Still, unease coiled inside her like a tightening ribbon.

Naomi feared less for Soren’s safety than for the regret he might carry if he departed without a final glimpse of the woman he loved.

She was certain of it now–his feelings for Fiona ran deeper than he dared admit.

Lately, he had grown thinner, gaze often adrift, spirit dimmed, as though half his heart already marched northward without him.

Even the boldest man would lose half his vigor when denied the bride of his choosing.

That night, when Soren returned to the estate, Quentin relayed the servants‘ account of Naomi’s conversation–no eavesdropping, merely worried tongues seeking their master’s ear.

After a long silence, Soren murmured, “She will not come. She fears any meeting might mislead me about her true intentions.”

As difficult as it was for him to admit, he knew Fiona wished only to cut the final thread cleanly, unwilling to leave him with even a shred of hope.