Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale ` 77 Summary
In Chapter 77 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” titled “Break Them Up,” Dominic is determined to find and protect Margaery amidst a chaotic backdrop. He leaves Clyde behind, who is injured and filled with anger and betrayal. Dominic’s focus on Margaery highlights his deep feelings for her, overshadowing the turmoil surrounding him. Meanwhile, Tessa discovers Clyde’s grave condition and is torn between concern for him and jealousy towards Margaery, who seems to capture everyone’s attention, including Dominic’s.
As Tessa grapples with her emotions, she expresses frustration over Dominic’s loyalty to Margaery despite her own struggles to win his affection. Clyde, in pain and anger, lashes out at the situation, further complicating Tessa’s feelings. Their conversation reveals the tension between their desires and the reality of their circumstances, with Tessa feeling overshadowed by Margaery’s influence. Despite her jealousy, Tessa tries to show compassion for Clyde, but her internal conflict grows as she feels increasingly abandoned.
Dominic, meanwhile, braves the cold to reach Craig’s dwelling, driven by his need to see Margaery. Upon arrival, he learns that she is with Dashnell, the favored prince, which ignites his jealousy. Raul’s warning to break them up adds urgency to Dominic’s mission. Entering the room, Dominic confronts Margaery and attempts to tarnish her reputation by implying their shared past, driven by a mix of longing and possessiveness. His actions reveal his desperation to reclaim her and assert his claim over her, reflecting the emotional turmoil that has engulfed all the characters.
As the chapter unfolds, the interwoven emotions of jealousy, betrayal, and longing create a tense atmosphere. Each character’s motivations and feelings become increasingly complex, setting the stage for further conflict and resolution. The stakes are raised as Dominic’s desire to protect Margaery clashes with the reality of her connections, particularly with Dashnell, leaving readers eager to see how these relationships will evolve.
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**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 77: Break Them Up**
“Stay right here. I’m going to find Margaery,” Dominic declared, his voice steady yet urgent.
With that resolute thought coursing through his mind, he stepped out into the frigid air, determination etched across his features.
‘Clyde doesn’t matter,’ he reminded himself, his thoughts racing. ‘The only thing that truly matters right now is Margaery. She’s the one I need to protect, the one I must bring home as my wife!’
In that moment, the grandiosity of the Chancellor’s estate seemed trivial compared to the weight of his feelings for her.
“Come back here!” Clyde shouted, his voice strained as he lay crumpled on the ground, instinctively reaching out in a desperate attempt to grab Dominic’s retreating form.
In the aftermath of the chaos, with Dominic gone, an unsettling fear crept over him.
But Dominic didn’t glance back. He pushed through the gate, leaving Clyde behind to stew in his vulnerability.
Anger simmered within Clyde, a tempest of frustration and betrayal.
Just then, Tessa returned from outside, having changed back into her own clothes. She had merely intended to check on the happenings at the Chancellor’s estate but was taken aback by the eerie emptiness left in the wake of the chaos. The once-bustling household was now a ghost of its former self, with hardly any servants remaining.
After interrogating the last two maids still lingering around, she learned of the grave situation.
“Wait, you’re telling me an assassin broke into the estate and stabbed Clyde?” Tessa exclaimed, her heart racing as she dashed toward Raul’s courtyard.
Her pulse quickened with every step. “Where are Father and Joshua? And what about Clyde? Is he alright?”
“Lord Chancellor and Joshua went to find Margaery. As for Clyde… he and Lord Dominic should be in the courtyard,” Sarah replied, her brow furrowed with concern.
Casting a glance toward the door, Sarah appeared uncertain, her eyes darting nervously.
“Dominic is here too?” Tessa felt a flutter of anxiety in her chest, her pace quickening as she processed the information.
Sarah nodded, “He was just here a moment ago.”
But as Tessa and her maid entered the courtyard, the sight that greeted them was horrifying. Clyde lay sprawled in the snow, his body slick with blood.
Tessa gasped, her voice rising in panic. “Clyde! How did this happen? Who did this to you? And where’s Dominic?” In truth, when Clyde had stabbed Margaery, Tessa had thought he had brought it upon himself.
Yet, she never anticipated that retribution would come so swiftly—now, in the blink of an eye, Clyde was the one in this pitiful state.
‘So, who is protecting Margaery now?’ Tessa pondered, unease creeping into her thoughts.
A nervous tension coiled within her.
Clyde, oblivious to her inner turmoil, snapped in frustration, “He went to find Margaery! I just don’t understand what’s so special about her that everyone seems to be obsessed with her!”
‘Honestly, what makes her so remarkable?’ Clyde questioned internally, his mind racing.
But that sword strike had genuinely terrified him, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Now, he was merely grumbling to vent his pent-up anger.
Tessa mulled over his words, her fingers unconsciously curling into fists. “How could Dominic do this? You’re so badly hurt, and he didn’t even bother to stay with you. He just ran off after Margaery…”
A spark of jealousy ignited in her chest, simmering just beneath the surface.
She couldn’t comprehend it. Margaery already had Dashnell, and even Bernard had openly declared his feelings for her. Dominic was being made a fool of, yet he continued to follow her like a lovesick puppy.
But Tessa didn’t want to appear petty or envious, so she quickly adjusted her tone. “Still, Margaery is hurt too, and Dominic is her fiancé. Perhaps he just… feels compassion for her.”
As she spoke, she averted her gaze, a hint of sorrow in her eyes, and reached out her hand toward him. “Clyde, let me help you inside. It’s freezing out here; you’ll get frostbite.”
Clyde longed to go inside, to escape the biting cold.
But fear held him back.
“No, my wound is too severe. If I go inside where it’s warm, it’ll start bleeding again,” he protested, then added bitterly, “And Dominic must be an idiot—leaving someone as wonderful as you behind, just to chase after Margaery!”
Yet, the rest of his frustrations remained unspoken, lodged in his throat.
Tessa felt a pang of hurt in her chest. ‘Why does Margaery attract so many admirers? I went through so much trouble to win over Dominic, and now he’s still two-timing me, pursuing Margaery and refusing to let her go.’ Hatred and jealousy consumed her thoughts.
She couldn’t help but voice her frustration. “Maybe it’s because Margaery has someone protecting her these days, and everyone is afraid of crossing whoever is backing her. Clyde, these days, Father, Joshua, and Avery have been struggling…”
With tears streaming down her cheeks, she lamented, “It’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t come back home, I wouldn’t have angered Margaery, and she wouldn’t have sought revenge on the Chancellor’s estate.”
Clyde trembled with anger. “I knew it! She’s just a jealous woman with a wicked heart!”
“Clyde, please be careful. Don’t strain your wound…” Tessa sobbed, gently holding his hand.
Her soft touch sent a tremor through Clyde’s heart, stirring emotions he hadn’t anticipated.
“Don’t worry, Tessa. You’re the only sister I have in this world. As for Margaery, she and I are sworn enemies!” he declared, his voice firm.
Tessa’s gaze shifted, her heart aching. “I know you’ve always been kind to me, Clyde, but my luck has been abysmal. Just a few days ago, I was set up at the Pero Cela… Now Dominic only cares about Margaery, and because I’ve lost my innocence, I have no choice but to marry him…”
“From now on, it seems I’ll just waste away for the rest of my days.”
As she spoke, her tears fell like rain, each drop a testament to her despair.
Clyde’s heart softened at her plight. “Don’t worry. I swear, I’ll make sure Margaery ends up with nothing!”
A flicker of satisfaction danced in Tessa’s eyes, a secret smile forming on her lips.
Once she dismantled Margaery, it would finally be time to deal with those fools in the Wallen family.
And as for Dominic, he would belong to her, and her alone.
Meanwhile, Dominic braved the relentless snowstorm, pushing his way to the outskirts of the city.
Night had fallen, and he found himself standing before Craig’s dwelling, hesitating at the threshold. Memories of the beating he had endured here last time flooded back.
But for Margaery’s sake… the risk was worth it.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he pushed open the gate. “Craig, it’s me, Dominic. I’m here to see Margaery… Is she with you?”
As soon as the words left his lips, he noticed Raul kneeling in the courtyard, and he froze.
“Raul, why are you kneeling here?”
‘Is Craig really this bold? He’s actually made Raul kneel?’ Dominic thought, disbelief washing over him.
Raul had been kneeling for most of the afternoon, and by now, he was completely frozen. When he heard Dominic’s voice, he turned slowly, his voice hoarse as he replied, “Margaery’s inside. She’s awake now.
Go on in and see her.”
A complicated expression crossed Raul’s face.
Margaery was inside—but so was Dashnell.
Raul leaned closer, whispering urgently, “Dashnell is in there. By all means, break them up. Make sure Dashnell loses interest in Margaery. Do you understand?”
Dominic’s face blanched, then flushed with anger.
He felt as if he had been cheated on.
Margaery was supposed to be his fiancée, yet even in her time of need, she was here with Dashnell, the King’s favored son, the most pampered prince in the entire kingdom.
And now, he had actually lowered himself to visit this rundown place.
A wave of jealousy surged through Dominic, dark thoughts swirling in his mind. He stepped inside, kneeling before Margaery, and said, “Your Highness.”
Then he turned his gaze toward Margaery, who lay on the bed, and deliberately attempted to tarnish her reputation. “Margaery, even though we haven’t married yet, we’ve already shared a bed. In my heart, I’ve always considered you my wife. As for what Clyde did to you, I’ll ensure you get justice.”
What he truly meant was that he intended to imply Margaery was no longer pure.
‘Even if Prince Dashnell was desperate, he wouldn’t want a woman who’s already been with another man, right?’ Dominic thought, a smug satisfaction creeping into his mind.
After saying that, he lifted his gaze to Margaery, his voice soft and filled with longing as he called out her name. “Margaery, will you come home with me?”
Conclusion
As the storm raged outside, a tempest of emotions swirled within the hearts of those caught in the web of love and betrayal. Dominic’s fierce determination to protect Margaery propelled him forward, even as jealousy and insecurity clawed at his insides. Meanwhile, Tessa and Clyde found themselves grappling with their own tumultuous feelings, each wrestling with their desires and the painful reality of unrequited love. Tessa’s sorrow over losing Dominic to Margaery intertwined with Clyde’s bitterness towards the woman who had seemingly usurped his sister’s place in the hearts of those around them. The stakes had never been higher, and with each passing moment, the bonds between them frayed, leaving a trail of heartbreak and resentment in their wake.
In the dim light of Margaery’s room, the air crackled with tension as Dominic confronted the reality of her closeness to Dashnell. His heart ached with the fear of losing her, igniting a fierce resolve to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his. Margaery, caught in a whirlwind of her own, lay trapped between the expectations of her past and the uncertain future that loomed ahead. As Dominic’s words hung in the air, a mix of longing and desperation colored his plea, cementing the emotional stakes of their entangled lives. The path forward was fraught with peril, but one thing was clear: the choices they made in this moment would shape not only their destinies but the very fabric of their relationships, echoing through the corridors of their hearts long after the whispers of this night faded into distant tomorrows.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, tension will reach a boiling point as the stakes are raised for all involved. With Dominic’s heart set on Margaery, the confrontation with Dashnell looms large, and the question of loyalty will push him to the brink. As he grapples with jealousy and the fear of losing Margaery to the prince, will he act on his emotions or find a way to navigate the political minefield that surrounds them? Expect a clash of wills that could alter the course of their fates forever.
Meanwhile, Tessa’s simmering jealousy and desperation will lead her down a darker path. Her feelings for Dominic will become intertwined with her desire to see Margaery brought low, igniting a dangerous rivalry that could have dire consequences for everyone involved. As she plots her next move, will she manage to manipulate the situation to her advantage, or will her actions spiral out of control? The choices made in the heat of the moment will set the stage for a dramatic unraveling of alliances and relationships.
As secrets are unveiled and motives are questioned, the characters will be forced to confront their true desires and the lengths they are willing to go to protect them. With the backdrop of a snowstorm intensifying outside, the emotional turmoil within the walls of Craig’s dwelling will mirror the chaos of their hearts. Prepare for revelations that will leave you breathless, as the whispers of ambition and love shape the distant tomorrows of each character in ways they could never have anticipated.
