Chapter 135
In Chapter 86 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah finds herself in a tense confrontation with Reese, who is in Roman’s house as an uninvited guest. Her initial panic escalates when she learns that Roman’s father is coming to see her, igniting a whirlwind of fear and confusion. Savannah’s emotions swing from indignation at Reese’s disrespect to sheer terror at the implications of his father’s impending arrival. The revelation that Roman’s father may know more about her than she realizes adds to her anxiety, making her question who he really is and what his intentions might be.
As the atmosphere thickens with tension, Savannah’s instinct to escape becomes overwhelming. Reese’s casual yet firm grip on her wrist transforms her desperation into a struggle for freedom. His mocking demeanor only intensifies her anger and fear, as she realizes that he is not just a nuisance, but a significant obstacle in her quest for safety. The fear of the unknown looms large, as Savannah grapples with the potential threat posed by Roman’s father, whom she imagines as a menacing figure.
The chapter crescendos with the sound of sirens, heightening the sense of impending danger. Savannah’s heart races as she contemplates the possibility of facing a man who could be a threat to her well-being. The imagery of heavy footsteps outside creates a foreboding atmosphere, making her dread the confrontation more than ever. Her panic mounts as she clings to the counter, desperately wishing to avoid the impending meeting, feeling trapped and powerless in a situation spiraling out of her control.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 86: I Am A Girl, Stupid p>
I stumbled backward, my feet tangling beneath me as if they had a mind of their own. My voice, betraying my frantic thoughts, shot up before I could rein it in.
“Does Roman know? Did he authorize this p>
Reese raked his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands as if he were on the verge of a breakdown. His eyes sparked with irritation, and his voice dripped with mockery, sharp enough to cut.
“Jesus Christ, Savannah. Roman this, Roman that. What are you two? Joined at the hip p>
The audacity of his words ignited a fire within me. My heart raced painfully, and I shot back, unable to contain my indignation. “You’re in his house, as an uninvited guest. The least you could do is show some respect. Let him know you’re entertaining someone in his home while he’s away p>
He merely scoffed, leaning casually against the counter, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face—a hallmark of the Blackwood family, it seemed.
“He’s not a guest. He’s Roman’s father. And besides, he’s not here to see Roman.” His gaze traveled over me with a deliberate weight, making my skin prickle. “He’s coming to see you, pretty girl p>
The impact of his words struck me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. My throat constricted, and the confidence I had moments ago evaporated like mist in the sun. “Why? Why is he coming to see me? He doesn’t even know who I am.” My voice rose, betraying the panic that clawed at my chest, threatening to spill over.
Reese tilted his head, an unsettling calmness in his tone. “That’s what you think. Our father probably knows you better than you know yourself p>
A shiver coursed down my spine at his insinuation. I didn’t like the way he said it, as if his father were not merely a man but a monster lurking beneath a veneer of civility.
Who exactly was he? A mob boss? The leader of a terrifying syndicate? A kingpin? A dragon? The president? My mind raced through increasingly absurd possibilities, desperately seeking an explanation, for the truth felt too heavy to bear.
And then, as if the universe were reveling in my torment, Reese’s phone rang, the sharp tone slicing through the tense atmosphere like a knife. I flinched as he pulled it from his pocket, a smirk creeping back onto his face.
“Oh. Speak of the devil p>
He answered with an unsettling smoothness, the playful demeanor vanishing in an instant. “Yes, Father? Yes, sir p>
That was it. Just two terse sentences before silence enveloped the room, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily in the air, pressing down on my chest like a leaden blanket.
My instincts kicked into overdrive, a primal urge to escape surging through me. I spun around, desperate to dash upstairs, to grab my phone and call Roman before everything spiraled completely out of control. But before I could take more than two hurried steps, Reese’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my wrist like iron shackles.
“As much as I have a soft spot for you,” he drawled lazily, pulling me back with a grip that was unyielding, “I can’t let you out of my sight. Not yet, sweet pea p>
His hold tightened, the pressure biting into my skin. I gasped, struggling to break free. “Let go, Reese p>
“Not yet.” His voice was infuriatingly casual, almost bored, as if we were discussing the weather rather than my desperate need for freedom. “Not until the big man gets here. And he’s pretty close.” He shook my wrist lightly, as if scolding a misbehaving child. “Come on. Have some pancakes with me while we wait, please p>
“I don’t want to!” My voice cracked, laced with anger. “You can shove them down your throat p>
“Stop struggling.” His reprimand was sharp, echoing like a teacher correcting a wayward student. “You’ll hurt yourself. I’ve been told I have a rather strong grip. Wouldn’t want to hurt you unintentionally p>
“Unintentionally?” I glared at him, twisting and yanking, but his grip remained steadfast. “You’re insane. And you’re going to regret this when Roman finds out, I swear p>
Just then, the piercing wail of sirens sliced through the morning air, a sound that reverberated through the house and rattled the windows. My heart plummeted, thudding painfully against my ribs.
Was that him?
Reese’s lips curled into a slow, unsettling grin.
“We’ll see, sister-in-law.” He tugged me toward the front door, his strength frighteningly effortless. “Come on p>
The sound of heavy footsteps thundered outside, synchronized and ominous, like an army marching toward some inevitable confrontation. My stomach twisted in knots, a cold dread settling in. Suddenly, I wanted to flee. I didn’t want to meet him.
What if he knows this is a sham? What if he sees right through me? What if he’s one of those men who threaten girls to stay away from their sons? What if he has a gun?
Panic seized me.
“No.” I clawed at the counter, my nails scraping against the polished surface, desperately trying to anchor myself. “Leave me alone! I don’t want to p>
In the suffocating grip of uncertainty and fear, Savannah finds herself at a pivotal crossroads, her heart racing as the echoes of sirens approach. The revelation of Reese’s father coming to see her looms large, casting a shadow over her already tumultuous emotions. With each passing moment, the weight of her situation becomes increasingly unbearable, as she grapples with the terrifying implications of her connection to Roman and the potential danger that lurks just beyond the door. The struggle for autonomy becomes a visceral battle, her desperation to escape underscoring the fragility of her newfound identity. This moment crystallizes her internal conflict, revealing not only her vulnerability but also the fierce determination that simmers beneath her fear.
As the heavy footsteps draw nearer, Savannah’s resolve hardens. The chaotic whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and defiance—culminates in a fierce desire to reclaim her agency. The sirens symbolize not just an impending confrontation but also the awakening of her strength, a call to rise above the constraints imposed by those around her. In the face of looming uncertainty, she stands at the precipice of transformation, poised to confront the truth of her existence and the shadows that threaten to engulf her. The chapter closes with a poignant sense of anticipation, as Savannah prepares to confront not only the man who approaches but also the depths of her own courage, ready to redefine her narrative amidst the chaos of broken time.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the air thickens, readers can expect to be thrust into a whirlwind of emotions as Savannah confronts the looming presence of Reese’s father. The uncertainty surrounding this enigmatic figure will amplify, leaving Savannah—and the audience—on edge as they ponder his true intentions. Will he be the monster Reese hinted at, or is there more to the story than meets the eye? The sirens that herald his arrival will serve as a harbinger, amplifying the stakes and intensifying the atmosphere of dread that envelops Savannah.
Moreover, the dynamics between Savannah and Reese will continue to evolve, revealing deeper layers of their complicated relationship. As Savannah grapples with her fears and the reality of her situation, the reader will witness her transformation from a girl desperate to flee to a young woman who must summon her courage to face the unknown. Will she find a way to outsmart Reese and confront his father, or will she be swept away by the tide of circumstances beyond her control? The next chapter promises to deliver heart-pounding moments, unexpected twists, and a deeper dive into the shadows that loom over Savannah’s life. Prepare for a gripping continuation that will keep you on the edge of your seat!
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.