Chapter 108
In Chapter 70 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension escalates as Savannah finds herself caught between Roman and his brother, Reese. Roman’s commanding presence and sharp tone leave Savannah feeling sidelined, her emotions a mix of confusion and longing for answers about the enigmatic Blackwood family. As Roman and Reese disappear into the crowd, Savannah is left grappling with her unanswered questions, her heart aching for insight into Roman’s guarded past.
Lizzie’s exuberance brings a brief distraction as she excitedly inquires about Reese, highlighting the charged atmosphere of the ballroom. Savannah tries to lighten the mood with humor, but her thoughts remain preoccupied with Roman and the secrets he holds. The playful banter between Savannah and Lizzie showcases their friendship, but it is quickly overshadowed by the arrival of a more daunting figure from Savannah’s past—Monica Kingston.
Chloe’s glee in introducing Monica intensifies Savannah’s dread, as she recalls the painful memories associated with her former professor’s wife. The confrontation is fraught with tension, Savannah’s heart racing as she steels herself for what may come. Despite her anxiety, she manages to greet Monica with a facade of calm, confronting her past head-on.
The chapter culminates in a moment of unexpected resilience as Savannah stands her ground against Monica, who seems to be searching for a sign of weakness. The anticipated confrontation does not escalate into chaos, leaving Savannah to grapple with her emotions and the lingering shadows of her past. This moment of defiance marks a pivotal point in her journey, suggesting that she may be ready to reclaim her narrative amidst the complexities of her relationships.
**Chapter 70: Will You Take Me Back p>
“Roman, I think p>
“Savannah, please give me a moment. I need to have a discussion with my brother p>
His words sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding, leaving no room for debate. There was an edge to his tone that warned me to remain silent, to step aside. Roman’s hand gripped Reese’s arm with an intensity that suggested he could easily drag him through the entire ballroom without breaking a sweat. His jaw was set, a hardened line that spoke of unyielding resolve, and before I could even process what was happening, they were already striding away, their figures growing smaller as they cut through the throng of elegantly dressed guests.
I stood there, rooted to the polished floor, my mind racing while my body felt like it was encased in ice. I nodded, a mindless gesture that felt utterly foolish since Roman didn’t even spare me a glance over his shoulder.
Reese—oh, cheeky, reckless Reese—was the only one to offer me a fleeting look. He winked at me, as if this entire dramatic exit was merely an elaborate game. “Remember the name’s Reese!” he called out, his voice ringing clear enough to reach the ears of everyone nearby. “In case you meet the other Blackwoods p>
And just like that, they vanished through the imposing double doors, Roman’s broad shoulders parting the crowd like a ship slicing through waves.
The other Blackwoods? My mind raced with questions. So, there are more of them? How many? Just how deep does this family tree run?
The music swelled around me, violins competing with the hum of chatter, but my gaze remained fixated on the now-empty doorway. A hollow ache settled deep in my chest, a yearning for answers that felt just out of reach. I wished Roman had shared more about Reese, about the enigmatic family he belonged to, about the fragments of his life that he guarded like precious treasures.
But I knew better than to pry. Roman was a labyrinth of complexities, and when he was ready to reveal his secrets, he would. At least, that’s what I told myself, clinging to the hope that he would eventually open up.
He’s my friend, I reminded my restless thoughts. He’ll share when the time is right.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to tell me who the hell that was because it suddenly feels like summer p>
Lizzie plopped down in the chair beside me, her energy practically radiating off her. She was practically vibrating with excitement, her voice a high-pitched mix of a whisper and a squeal, as if she could hardly contain her enthusiasm. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her; the atmosphere was charged with an electric thrill.
I chuckled softly, unable to resist. “Strange thing, he said you were hot. Also complimented your ass p>
Lizzie’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening comically, as if I had just revealed the greatest secret of the universe. She clamped both hands over her mouth, but a squeal still managed to escape, shrill enough to attract a few curious glances from nearby guests.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so sexy, Sav!” she exclaimed, grabbing my wrist with both hands, her grip firm with urgency. “You have to link me up with him. I don’t care if it’s a blind date or a one-night stand, just p>
I laughed heartily, shaking my head in disbelief. “He’s Roman’s brother, not mine. You’ll have to go through Roman if you want an introduction p>
She pouted dramatically, her expression shifting to one of mock indignation, ready to argue her case. But before she could unleash her protest, Chloe’s voice pierced through the music, loud and insistent.
“Say! There’s someone you should totally meet p>
Chloe’s voice had that grating, high-pitched quality that could cut through glass. She was practically screeching over the orchestra, determined to outshine the violins. Lizzie muttered something about getting a drink and scurried off, wisely avoiding whatever storm Chloe was about to unleash upon me.
I didn’t even bother turning to face her. I sat still, my heart racing as I braced myself for whatever was coming. And when I finally caught sight of who Chloe was dragging along, tugging her like a prize she was eager to showcase, my stomach plummeted into a chasm of dread.
Monica Kingston.
“Do you remember her, Sav? It’s been a long time,” Chloe trilled, her grin wide and malicious, as if she relished every moment of this reunion. “But not too long for you to forget Monica so quickly. Don’t you think so p>
The cacophony of the orchestra, the clinking of glasses, the laughter of strangers—all of it faded into a thick, suffocating silence that enveloped me. My tongue felt dry against the roof of my mouth, and my pulse thundered in my ears like a war drum.
All I could see was her. Monica. The woman who had shattered everything I once held dear. The specter who loomed over my past, casting a long shadow over every moment of my life.
She hadn’t changed much, just a little curvier than I remembered. That smoky eye makeup still framed her eyes, a fierce reminder of the power she wielded over me, a power that made me fear her more than I should.
“Don’t be rude, Sav. Say hello to your… ex-professor’s wife,” Chloe sang, stretching out the word “wife” with a venomous delight that made my skin crawl.
With a monumental effort, I forced myself to stand. My knees trembled beneath me, but I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, adopting a façade of calm. “Hello, Monica.” I extended my hand, the motion feeling stiff and mechanical, as if I were preparing for an impending attack.
What’s the worst she could do? Slap me? Humiliate me? She had already done those before. Nothing new. Spit on me? Well, she hadn’t gone that far yet. Perhaps today would be the day.
Monica’s eyes roamed over my face, searching for something—perhaps a sign of weakness. My hand hovered awkwardly in the air, an offering that felt both desperate and defiant. Chloe leaned forward eagerly, her smug smile promising disaster. It was as if she was just waiting for the moment I would crumble.
But the disaster never materialized. Neither did the attack.
In the whirlwind of emotions that enveloped Savannah, the moment of confrontation with Monica became a pivotal turning point. Standing firm, she faced the specter of her past, a testament to her growth and resilience. The icy grip of fear that had once paralyzed her began to thaw, replaced by a burgeoning sense of empowerment. As she extended her hand, she was not merely acknowledging Monica but reclaiming her narrative, asserting her right to stand tall in the face of past shadows. The tension in the air shifted, a silent acknowledgment of Savannah’s strength that reverberated through the ballroom, echoing her journey from vulnerability to defiance.
As the evening unfolded, Savannah realized that the complexities of her relationships were as intricate as the threads of fate weaving through the lives around her. Roman’s absence left a void, yet it also illuminated the path forward, one where she could navigate her feelings for him, her friendship with Lizzie, and the looming presence of the Blackwood family. The dance of emotions played out like the music surrounding her, a symphony of hope, uncertainty, and newfound courage. With each heartbeat, Savannah embraced the unknown, ready to forge ahead, knowing that even as dreams folded into the fabric of broken time, she had the strength to shape her own destiny.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Savannah and Monica Kingston escalates, readers can anticipate a gripping confrontation that will unravel layers of Savannah’s past. Will she find the strength to confront the woman who once held such power over her? The air is thick with unresolved emotions, and the ballroom setting, filled with onlookers, adds an undeniable pressure to the moment. The stakes are higher than ever, and Savannah’s determination to stand her ground will be tested in ways she never imagined. Expect sharp dialogues and unexpected revelations that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Meanwhile, the enigmatic presence of Roman and his brother, Reese, looms large over the unfolding drama. With the mention of “the other Blackwoods,” the intrigue deepens. What secrets does Roman hold about his family, and how will they intertwine with Savannah’s journey? As she grapples with her past, the promise of new connections and conflicts will emerge, leading to unforeseen alliances and betrayals. The next chapter is poised to deliver a whirlwind of emotions, leaving readers eager to uncover the truth behind the shadows of Savannah’s life and the implications of her past on her future. Prepare for twists that will challenge everything Savannah thought she knew about herself and those around her.
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.