Chapter 51
In Chapter 51 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist, Savannah, finds herself in a tumultuous confrontation with her best friend, Roman. As he carries her up the stairs against her will, she feels a mix of anger and betrayal, realizing the depth of her trust in him. Despite her protests and physical struggles, Roman remains unfazed, which only fuels her frustration. Their dynamic shifts from playful banter to a heated argument as Savannah grapples with feelings of betrayal over Roman’s actions that have turned her world upside down.
Upon reaching the bedroom, Savannah’s emotions boil over, and she lashes out at Roman, both verbally and physically. She feels a desperate need for him to respond to her anger, but he remains calm and collected, which only intensifies her fury. Savannah’s sense of betrayal is palpable as she confronts him, demanding to know why he would make her look like a liar. Roman’s insistence that he was “protecting” her only aggravates her, leading to a physical altercation where she strikes him in frustration.
The tension escalates as Roman holds her wrists firmly, asserting his control while attempting to explain his actions. Savannah’s feelings of helplessness clash with her fury, leading her to retaliate in a surprising move that leaves Roman incapacitated in pain. This moment signifies a turning point in their relationship, highlighting the complexity of their emotions and the misunderstandings that have built up between them. Savannah’s actions reflect her inner turmoil, as she seeks to reclaim her power in a situation where she feels betrayed and vulnerable.
Ultimately, this chapter encapsulates the raw emotions of anger, betrayal, and a desperate need for understanding. Both characters are caught in a web of miscommunication and deep-seated feelings, leaving the reader questioning the future of their relationship. The intensity of their confrontation reveals the underlying affection and conflict that defines their bond, setting the stage for potential reconciliation or further estrangement.
**From Best Friend To Fiancé p>
**Chapter 51 p>
**Chapter 34: You Started This p>
“Put me down, Roman! This is ridiculous!” I protested, my body thrashing against his firm grip as he effortlessly carried me up the stairs. It felt as if I weighed no more than a feather in his arms, and I hated that realization.
Fortunately, the rest of my family had scattered, engrossed in discussions about the wedding rehearsal and the earlier chaos that had unfolded. They were blissfully unaware of the betrayal I felt from this son of a dragon, Roman, who had turned my world upside down without a moment’s hesitation.
The truth was, I had only myself to blame for trusting him. What a foolish mistake that had been.
He didn’t even flinch at my struggles. Instead, he ascended the stairs with unwavering determination, completely indifferent to the fact that I was draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Seriously, put me down, you jerk!” I shouted, my fists pounding against his back in frustration.
His silence was maddening. Not a grunt, not a hint of acknowledgment—he just kept moving, as if I were merely a misbehaving kitten he was reluctantly taking to bed.
“I swear, I’m going to kill you!” I threatened, my voice laced with fury.
A low chuckle escaped him, deep and infuriatingly calm. “You’re not really helping your case, love p>
“Jerk p>
“Correct. Keep going.” He replied, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone.
We finally reached the bedroom, and as soon as my feet touched the floor, the room swayed around me. I staggered, grasping the nightstand to steady myself, my vision swirling from the disorienting experience of being carried like that.
A hand rested gently on my shoulder, and I turned to see him looking at me with that casual concern that made my blood boil. “You okay, Sav p>
His tone was so nonchalant that it snapped something inside me. I spun around, fury coursing through my veins, and without thinking, I slapped him hard across the face, pouring every ounce of my anger into that single act.
The sound echoed in the room, sharp and shocking.
He didn’t even flinch. Not a single blink. He stood there, his jaw clenched tight, as if I had just struck a wall—a very angry wall.
“How could you do this to me?” I shouted, my foot coming down hard on his.
He stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief, as if I had committed the most heinous act imaginable. But that was all he did—just stared, his expression unreadable.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked, his voice calm, almost eerily so.
“Why did you do that?” I pushed against his chest, desperate for some kind of reaction.
Still, nothing. He didn’t even take a step back.
I raised my hand again, but before I could strike, he caught my wrist mid-air, his grip firm yet not painful.
“If you try that again,” he warned, his voice sharp as a blade, “you’ll owe me damages p>
“Damn you, Roman!” I hissed, my voice trembling with rage. “Why would you betray me like that?! I’m your best friend! Why p>
A bitter smile twisted his lips. “I didn’t betray you, Sav. I would never do that—not knowingly.” The tension in his jaw was palpable. “I was protecting you p>
That word—protecting—scratched at my insides like nails on a chalkboard.
I slammed my fist into his chest, once, twice. It wasn’t just about inflicting pain; it was about releasing the pent-up frustration that threatened to consume me whole.
“Protect me?! What do you mean by protecting me?! You made me look like a liar p>
But even as I hit him, he seized my other wrist, pinning both of my hands against his chest as if I were a helpless child throwing a tantrum.
Then he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine, a mixture of steel, heat, and danger wrapped in the form of one infuriating man.
I squirmed, twisting like a woman possessed, but he held me tightly, his arms forming an unyielding cage around me.
I despised how familiar he felt, even now, even after everything that had happened.
“Enough, Savannah,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
But I refused to listen.
“You want the truth?” he continued, his voice low, not cruel but weary. “I’d never hurt you, Savannah. But you never asked what I had to give up to protect you p>
“What are you talking about?” I demanded, my heart racing.
He fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
I looked up into his eyes, searching for some sign of vulnerability behind that calm facade. I hated that mask he wore. I wanted to see it crack, to witness his composure shatter the way mine was beginning to.
And without thinking, I did the unthinkable.
I connected my knee to his groin with as much force as I could muster, as if I were kicking a soccer ball.
“Screw you, Roman,” I spat.
His grip released me in an instant.
“Fuck!” he gasped, doubling over in pain.
“Now you know how I feel,” I said, my chest heaving as I watched him drop to his knees, clutching himself in agony.
As the tension in the room hung thick and electric, Savannah stood over Roman, her heart racing with a mix of triumph and sorrow. She had fought back against the betrayal that had twisted her trust into something unrecognizable, but in that moment of victory, the weight of their shared history loomed larger than ever. The anger that had propelled her actions was now intertwined with the realization that the man before her, despite the chaos he had caused, was still the same person who had once been her closest ally. The lines between love and betrayal blurred, and as she watched him struggle to catch his breath, a pang of regret pierced through her fury. In that whirlwind of emotions, she understood that the fight was not just against him but against the fear of losing the connection they had built over the years.
Roman, crumpled on the floor, was a stark reminder of the complexities of their relationship. His calm demeanor had masked the sacrifices he had made, and now, as he gasped for air, Savannah felt the walls she had built around her heart begin to crumble. With each passing second, the anger faded, replaced by a deep longing for understanding and reconciliation. She had wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the betrayal she had endured, but now she could see the pain in his eyes—a reflection of her own. As the silence stretched between them, Savannah realized that perhaps the path forward lay not in further conflict but in confronting the truth of their bond. It was a fragile moment, one that held the potential for healing, and as she extended a hand to him, she understood that love, in all its messy forms, was worth fighting for.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the dust settles from their explosive confrontation, the tension between Savannah and Roman reaches a boiling point. With Roman incapacitated and Savannah grappling with her own emotions, readers can expect a tumultuous exploration of their relationship dynamics. Will Savannah’s anger give way to understanding, or will her desire for vengeance overshadow the deeper connection they share? The next chapter promises to delve into the complexities of friendship and betrayal, revealing hidden truths that could either mend their fractured bond or drive a permanent wedge between them.
Moreover, as Savannah wrestles with her feelings of betrayal, she must also confront the implications of Roman’s actions. What sacrifices did he make in the name of protection, and how will those revelations shape Savannah’s perception of him? With the wedding rehearsal looming, the stakes are higher than ever, and the emotional fallout is bound to ripple through their lives and the lives of those around them. Expect unexpected alliances, heart-wrenching decisions, and a twist that could change everything as Savannah and Roman navigate the treacherous waters of love, trust, and the consequences of their choices.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.