Chapter 118
In Chapter 118 of **Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**, the tension reaches a boiling point as Savannah confronts Roman amidst a chaotic wedding scene. Chloe, lying injured on the floor, represents the emotional turmoil surrounding them. Savannah’s desperate plea for Roman to stop his aggression highlights her internal struggle to maintain control over the situation. The atmosphere is charged with fear and concern as family members rally around Chloe, revealing the fragility of their relationships and the pain inflicted by betrayal.
As Savannah stands her ground against Chloe’s accusations, she reveals the truth about their tumultuous past, asserting her independence and strength. Her words cut deep, exposing Chloe’s manipulative actions and the façade of her wedding. The confrontation escalates, with Chloe’s venomous threats hanging in the air, but Savannah refuses to back down. This moment of defiance marks a pivotal shift in Savannah’s character, as she begins to reclaim her narrative and assert her worth beyond familial ties.
The chapter culminates in Savannah and Roman stepping out of the ballroom, leaving behind the chaos and stepping into the cool night air. This moment symbolizes a newfound liberation for Savannah, who realizes she is no longer a pawn in Chloe’s game. With Roman by her side, she feels empowered to face the challenges ahead, marking the transition from best friends to fiancés. Their bond becomes a source of strength, illuminating the path forward amidst the shadows of their past.
As they walk hand in hand, the sense of clarity and determination grows. Savannah acknowledges the weight of Chloe’s threats but finds solace in her relationship with Roman. The chapter sets the stage for the emotional fallout that will follow, hinting at the struggles they will face together. The stakes are high, and the journey ahead promises to test their love and resilience as they navigate a world filled with danger and deception.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 118: From Best Friend To Fiancé p>
“Roman, please, stop p>
My voice trembled, barely breaking the thick tension that enveloped the room, yet it cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. I gripped his arm tightly, desperate for my touch to reach him, to quell the storm of rage building within. “Just stop p>
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, and the sight that met my eyes was heart-wrenching. Chloe lay crumpled on the floor, her face twisted in pain while a bridesmaid rushed to her side, frantically pressing a wet wipe against her bloodied lip. Nearby, my father was hunched beside her, worry etched into his features, while my mother knelt beside him, inspecting the angry bruise blooming on his cheek like a dark flower. Henry’s cries of agony pierced through the air, the groomsmen struggling to reposition his dislocated bone, their faces etched with concern.
They all appeared so utterly defeated, so pitiful in their distress.
Roman hesitated, muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring, an internal battle raging behind his steely gaze. Eventually, he turned to me, his expression a mixture of anger and confusion.
“Are you certain about this?” His voice rumbled low, a dangerous growl that hinted at the tempest barely restrained beneath the surface.
I summoned a smile, one that felt alien and forced, as if my lips had forgotten how to curve upwards. “Yeah. Let’s just go p>
His jaw tightened, and he surveyed the ballroom, fists clenching as if he were trying to suppress the urge to unleash his fury on anyone who dared cross his path. His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on the guests who gawked in shock, before finally landing on my father.
“Next time,” Roman said, his tone dangerously calm, “pick on someone your own size, Julius p>
The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with tension. Even the chandeliers seemed to hold their breath, their crystals stilled, no longer sparkling in the light.
He tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me forward. The crowd parted before us like the Red Sea, whispers and murmurs rippling through the guests, a mix of fear and fascination evident in their wide eyes.
“Get out of my way,” Roman muttered, shoving Dean aside before he could reach me. Dean stumbled back, crashing onto the polished floor with a grunt of pain, clutching his side. A small part of me wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all, how comically petty the moment felt.
But that fleeting amusement quickly faded, replaced by a deep sense of foreboding.
“You’re just going to leave?” Chloe’s voice sliced through the silence, shrill and filled with indignation. She scrambled to her feet, her body trembling with rage. “Like that? You’d just walk out hand in hand after ruining my wedding p>
Her scream sent shockwaves through the crowd, igniting a collective murmur among the guests, their eyes wide with disbelief.
I spun around to face her, heat pooling in my chest like molten lava. “Yes, I would leave just like this. And do you know why? Because you’re the one who has single-handedly destroyed your own sham wedding p>
My words hung in the air, charged with emotion, each syllable a dagger aimed at her heart.
“You orchestrated my breakup with Dean and executed it flawlessly. Then you staged this charade of an engagement with him, parading around a grand wedding for the world to see. And as if that wasn’t enough, you fabricated a pregnancy from thin air and bribed your fiancé to keep your lie alive.” My voice quivered with fury as I continued, “So tell me, Chloe, between the two of us, who really needs the exit p>
The ballroom remained still, the only sound was Chloe’s ragged breathing. She didn’t respond, her lips pressed into a thin line, but I could see the fire burning in her eyes, a tempest brewing beneath her calm facade.
“You think you’re any better? You believe you’re the better Hart?” she spat, a harsh laugh escaping her lips, filled with venom. “Think again. You’re nothing without him. Without his money, no one would give a damn about you, Savannah Hart. I swear, I’ll get you. You’ll see p>
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her childish outburst. “Really? Then here’s a piece of advice for you when you start your hunt for your next victim.” I stepped closer, watching her take a step back, her bravado faltering. “Next time, sis, try to find someone with more money than he can count p>
My words landed heavily between us, a palpable tension that crackled in the air. She gasped, her eyes darting around to see if the crowd had heard. They had.
“This isn’t over.” Her voice dripped with venom, but her gaze was no longer on me.
She was staring directly at Roman, and a chill slithered down my spine. I glanced at him, then back at her, confusion swirling within me. What did that mean?
Roman remained unmoved, his gaze locked onto hers, sharp and unyielding, as if daring her to make a move. The air crackled with tension, thick and almost unbearable, the weight of unspoken threats hanging heavy between us.
Chloe was the first to break the stare, hissing as she tore her gaze away. She turned back to me, her eyes cold and hard as steel.
“Whatever happens,” she warned, her voice low yet sharp enough to slice, “it’s on you, Savannah p>
I managed a faint smirk, trying to mask the twist of unease in my stomach. “I thought so too p>
And with that, I turned my back on her, gathering my heels, my purse, and the remnants of my dignity as I strode toward Roman. The weight of dozens of eyes bore down on me, their silent anticipation palpable, craving more—a spectacle, a grand finale.
As we stepped out into the cool night air, the chaos of the ballroom faded behind us, leaving only the sound of our footsteps echoing on the pavement. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of liberation that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I could feel Roman’s presence beside me, a solid anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling within. The confrontation with Chloe had stripped away the layers of pretense, exposing the raw truth of our lives and the tangled web of our relationships. In that moment, I realized that I was no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game; I was reclaiming my narrative, and it felt empowering.
Roman turned to me, his expression softening as the anger that had fueled his earlier actions began to dissipate. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos we had just left behind. I nodded, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me. This was a turning point, not just for us, but for the future we were about to build together. The weight of Chloe’s threats lingered in the air, but I was no longer afraid. With Roman by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Our journey from best friends to fiancés had begun, and as we walked hand in hand into the night, I knew that our love would be the light guiding us through the darkness.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
In the next chapter of **Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**, readers can expect the aftermath of the explosive confrontation between Savannah and Chloe to unravel in unexpected ways. With tensions still simmering from the chaotic wedding scene, Savannah and Roman’s relationship will be tested like never before. As they step out of the ballroom, the weight of their decisions looms large. Will they find solace in each other, or will the shadows of their pasts threaten to pull them apart? The stakes have never been higher, and the emotional fallout promises to be both gripping and unpredictable.
Moreover, the repercussions of Chloe’s threats will ripple through Savannah’s life, igniting a fierce determination within her. As she grapples with her sister’s dark intentions, Savannah must confront the truths about her own identity and the lengths she is willing to go to protect those she loves. The tension between familial loyalty and personal freedom will reach a boiling point, forcing Savannah to make choices that could change the course of her life forever. With Roman by her side, they will navigate a world fraught with danger and deception, but will their bond be strong enough to withstand the storm that Chloe has unleashed? The next chapter promises to delve deep into their struggles, revealing hidden strengths and vulnerabilities as they fight to reclaim their futures.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, a profound shift settled over Savannah as she stepped into the cool night air, hand in hand with Roman. The chaos of the ballroom, with its swirling emotions and bitter rivalries, faded into a distant memory, leaving behind a newfound sense of clarity and purpose. No longer a mere pawn in Chloe’s game, Savannah embraced her identity, fortified by the realization that her love for Roman was a beacon of strength. The weight of familial betrayal and the threat of her sister’s vengeance loomed large, yet instead of fear, Savannah felt an exhilarating determination. Together, they were ready to face the challenges ahead, their bond forged in the fires of conflict and commitment.
As they walked into the night, the promise of their future shimmered like stars against the dark sky. Roman’s soft inquiry about her well-being underscored the tenderness that lay beneath the tumult of their recent experience. Savannah’s nod, filled with conviction, signified not just her readiness to confront the shadows of their past but also her unwavering belief in the power of their love. With each step, they moved forward, leaving behind the remnants of betrayal and stepping into a narrative that was uniquely theirs. The journey from best friends to fiancés was just beginning, but Savannah knew that with Roman by her side, they could navigate any storm, no matter how fierce.
In the next chapter of **Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**, readers can expect a gripping exploration of the aftermath of the explosive confrontation between Savannah and Chloe. As Savannah and Roman step into the cool night air, the weight of their decisions hangs heavily over them, setting the stage for a pivotal moment in their relationship. With Chloe’s venomous threats still echoing in their minds, Savannah must confront the reality of her sister’s manipulations and the potential fallout that could ensue. Will their newfound bond withstand the tempest of familial betrayal, or will the shadows of the past threaten to tear them apart? The emotional stakes are higher than ever, and the tension will keep readers on the edge of their seats.
Moreover, the chapter will delve deeper into Savannah’s journey of self-discovery and empowerment. As she grapples with the implications of Chloe’s actions, Savannah will be forced to confront her own identity and the lengths she is willing to go to protect the love she shares with Roman. The clash between her desire for independence and the ties that bind her to her family will create a compelling internal conflict, pushing her to make choices that could alter the course of her life forever. With Roman’s unwavering support, Savannah will explore the depths of her resilience, but will it be enough to face the storm that Chloe has unleashed? Expect thrilling twists, emotional revelations, and a battle for both love and freedom as the next chapter unfolds.
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.