Chapter 136
In Chapter 136 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” tensions rise dramatically between Reese, also known as Zachary, and the narrator. Reese’s frustration with the narrator’s emotions escalates when he physically restrains her against a wall, igniting a fierce anger within her. The narrator feels humiliated and trapped, her panic intensifying as she demands to be released, only to be met with Reese’s unexpected apology, which only fuels her indignation. Their confrontation reveals deep-seated emotions, with the narrator feeling betrayed by someone she thought was decent.
The atmosphere shifts abruptly when a group of men in suits enters the room, causing the narrator to freeze in fear and curiosity. The arrival of a powerful man, who is revealed to be Roman’s father, changes everything. His commanding presence fills the space, making the narrator feel exposed and vulnerable. As he locks eyes with her, she experiences a strange familiarity, leading her to question if they have met before. The tension escalates as the man scrutinizes Reese, and the narrator realizes the compromising position they are in, with Reese still holding her wrists.
The chapter culminates in a shocking revelation when Roman’s father addresses Reese, implying that there is a history between them regarding the narrator. His authoritative voice cuts through the tension, and the narrator is left reeling from the implications of his words. The use of the word “again” suggests a troubling past that complicates the already fraught dynamics between the characters. The emotional weight of the moment leaves the narrator grappling with disbelief and confusion, setting the stage for further conflict and exploration of their intertwined fates.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 136 p>
Reese came to an abrupt halt, his voice a low mutter that barely escaped his lips. The tension in his jaw was palpable, and his fingers dug into the skin between his brows, a clear sign that he was wrestling with irritation. Then, his frustration erupted, louder now, “For fuck’s sake. Stop being such a girl p>
A surge of anger ignited within me, cutting through the haze of fear. “I am a girl, stupid!” I shot back, my voice laced with defiance.
In that instant, I knew I had crossed a line. His patience fractured like glass under pressure. In a dizzying whirl, he turned me around, pressing my front against the unforgiving wall. My wrists were wrenched behind my back, bound together as if I were some sort of criminal. The humiliation seared through me, more intense than the physical pain. I struggled against him, panic clawing its way up my throat, tears threatening to spill over.
“What are you doing, Reese? Let me go! Do you even realize what you’re doing?” My voice trembled, a mix of fear and indignation.
His tone shifted unexpectedly, a crack of sorrow threading through his words. “I’m so sorry, Sister-in-law. But I must not let you leave. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this p>
I spat my response, venom dripping from my words. “Well, you can kiss that forgiveness goodbye! You’re not getting it from me, asshole! I thought you were decent p>
Before he could muster a reply, the front door swung open with a resounding crash.
I froze, my body rigid against the wall, as if I had become a statue carved from stone.
From my constrained position, all I could see were polished black shoes and sharply pressed trousers, a parade of suits marching inside with a disciplined precision. They fanned out, forming a line that flanked both sides of the foyer, their presence consuming the space, their silence heavier than any words they could have uttered.
My breath hitched, shallow and ragged, and I ceased my struggles. Fear was eclipsed by a burgeoning curiosity.
“Finally,” Reese muttered behind me, his voice dripping with impatience. “It was about fucking time p>
The line of men in suits stood immobile, their expressions unreadable, their posture faultlessly erect. Then, a sound broke the stillness.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The rhythmic sound of a walking stick striking the marble floor, steady and unwavering like a metronome, synced with the frantic pounding of my heart, drowning out every other noise until it was all-consuming.
I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper.
The men in suits pivoted in unison toward the doorway, and a heavy silence enveloped the room, thick with anticipation, as a man stepped inside, accompanied by a young woman who seemed to have emerged straight from the glossy pages of a high-fashion magazine.
The atmosphere shifted dramatically, as if the very air had been sucked out of the room by their presence.
The man moved with an air of authority, as though he owned not just the house but the entire world. Superiority emanated from him, demanding obedience without uttering a single word. His eyes—sharp, green, and achingly familiar—found mine immediately. Roman’s eyes.
This had to be his father.
He embodied the role flawlessly, silver streaks mingling with his dark hair, accentuating the sharpness of his cheekbones, radiating an undeniable aura of command. Yet, there was something else, an unsettling familiarity in the contours of his face that gnawed at my mind. Had I encountered him before? Perhaps in a place where I shouldn’t have?
But I had never been good with faces; they often blurred together in my memory.
The woman beside him was a vision of perfection. Her hair cascaded in flawless curls, each step she took was imbued with a grace that suggested the floor itself was privileged to bear her weight. Standing next to her, I felt diminutive, underdressed, and utterly forgettable.
The man’s gaze locked onto me, stripping away my defenses, leaving me feeling exposed. Seconds felt like hours, stretching into an eternity. Then, slowly, his attention shifted, landing on Reese, who stood behind me.
“Father,” Reese said, his voice finally imbued with a hint of respect.
That confirmation sent a jolt through me—this was indeed Roman’s father.
Yet, the nagging question lingered. Why did I have the unsettling sensation that I knew this man from somewhere?
His eyes narrowed as they scrutinized Reese, his lips curling slightly, but he held his tongue for a moment longer. Instead, his gaze returned to me, tilting his head in a manner that was both inquisitive and disconcerting. Then his eyes dropped lower, landing on my hands.
Only then did it dawn on me how compromising this scene appeared: Reese’s grip still held my wrists, my body pressed against him.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but before I could defend my position, the man finally spoke.
His voice was smooth, deep, and layered with authority.
“I ordered you to ensure that your brother’s wife remains where she is, Zachary. Not to bed her. Again p>
The words detonated in the room like a bomb, sending shockwaves through me.
My heart halted, caught in a vice of disbelief.
Reese—Zachary—stiffened behind me.
And all I could think was—again?
As the weight of the moment settled around me, the realization of the tangled web we were ensnared in became painfully clear. The authoritative voice of Roman’s father echoed in my mind, layering confusion over the raw anger I felt towards Reese, or rather, Zachary. My heart raced, not just from the shock of his words but from the implications they carried—this was not merely a misunderstanding; it was a revelation that shattered the fragile sense of safety I had clung to. The dynamic between us twisted further, as the figure I had once trusted now stood as a betrayer cloaked in familial ties. The humiliation of being caught in such a compromising position only intensified my fury and fear, driving a wedge deeper into the fragile threads of our relationship.
Yet, amid the chaos, a new emotion began to unfurl within me—a flicker of hope that perhaps this revelation could be the catalyst for change. The tension in the air was electric, charged with the potential for confrontation and truth. As I met the penetrating gaze of Roman’s father, I felt the stirrings of defiance. The time for silence was over; I would no longer allow myself to be a pawn in someone else’s game. I would confront the reality of my situation, demand answers, and reclaim my narrative. In the midst of broken trust and shattered dreams, the possibility of forging a new path ignited a fire within me, compelling me to stand tall against the shadows that threatened to engulf me.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the room thickens, readers can anticipate a dramatic unraveling of secrets that will leave them breathless. With the revelation of Reese’s true identity as Zachary, the stakes are raised exponentially. What does it mean for their relationship, and how will this newfound knowledge affect the already volatile dynamic between him and the enigmatic figure of his father? The arrival of Roman’s father promises to peel back layers of deception, exposing hidden truths that have been lurking in the shadows. As he interrogates the situation, the power play between the characters is bound to escalate, leading to confrontations that will challenge allegiances and provoke unexpected alliances.
Moreover, the mysterious woman accompanying Roman’s father holds her own secrets, and her presence hints at deeper connections that could further complicate the already tangled web of relationships. Will she ally with Reese, or does she harbor her own agenda? The chapter is sure to delve into the complex motivations of these characters, revealing their pasts and how they intertwine with the present. As the narrative unfolds, expect revelations that will not only redefine the characters’ interactions but also set the stage for a gripping conflict that will test their resolve and reshape their destinies. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions as the story propels forward, leaving readers eagerly turning pages to uncover what lies ahead.
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.