Chapter 134
In “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension between Savannah and Reese Blackwood escalates during a charged encounter in a quiet room. Savannah is irritated by Reese’s teasing and condescending demeanor, as he reminds her that she is now part of their family due to her engagement to his brother, Roman. Despite her attempts to assert herself and maintain distance, Reese’s confident presence and cryptic remarks unsettle her, igniting a mix of anger and frustration. The dynamic between them is fraught with underlying emotions, as Savannah struggles against Reese’s mocking attitude while trying to establish her own identity within the Blackwood family.
As their conversation unfolds, Reese’s words take a more serious turn, warning Savannah about the potential cracks in her relationship with Roman. His insights, although delivered with a playful tone, hint at deeper issues within the Blackwood family dynamics. Savannah, feeling defensive, challenges Reese’s comments, asserting her right to stand her ground. The tension peaks when Reese patronizes her, treating her as if she were beneath him, which only fuels her determination to assert her place as Roman’s fiancée. This moment highlights Savannah’s fierce spirit, as she refuses to be intimidated by Reese’s arrogance.
When Savannah demands that Reese leave, he responds with sarcasm and amusement, further aggravating her. Their back-and-forth reveals the complexity of their relationship, marked by a blend of animosity and unspoken attraction. Savannah’s resolve strengthens as she declares her impending marriage to Roman and her authority over Reese. However, Reese’s mocking laughter and cryptic comments about her being different from Roman’s previous partners leave Savannah feeling unsettled. This exchange underscores the power struggle between them, as Savannah strives to prove herself while grappling with her feelings toward Reese.
The chapter culminates with a chilling revelation that Reese is not leaving because he is waiting for a guest—Savannah’s father-in-law. This twist adds an element of dread and anticipation, leaving Savannah in a state of confusion and apprehension. The emotional stakes are raised as the narrative hints at looming family tensions and unexpected confrontations. Savannah’s journey of self-assertion is set against the backdrop of complex family dynamics, paving the way for further conflicts and revelations in the story.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
He pressed a hand theatrically against his forehead, letting out a groan that echoed through the quiet room. “God, not you too, sister-in-law. Just when I was starting to get fond of you p>
My skin prickled with irritation. “I’m not your sister-in-law,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended.
In an instant, he closed the distance between us, his movements fluid and confident. My heart raced as he grasped my hand, lifting it gently between us in a way that felt both intimate and mocking. “You are,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light that sent a shiver down my spine. “That ring belonged to my mother. Wearing it makes you family, whether you like it or not. You’re Roman’s bride p>
I yanked my hand away as if his touch burned, my pulse racing with indignation. “Don’t touch me p>
He flashed a grin, raising his palms in a gesture of mock surrender, but the way his gaze lingered was anything but innocent. “Got it p>
I took a step back, desperate to create some space between us, needing to breathe. “When are you leaving, Reese?” I asked, trying to keep my tone steady, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my unease.
Instead of a direct answer, his grin widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Now I see what he saw in you p>
I clenched my fists at my sides, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but I forced myself to respond calmly. “And what’s that p>
“Himself,” Reese replied matter-of-factly. “You’re both very alike. He’s just more controlling and… forceful p>
My body stiffened at his words. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Couples often mirror each other p>
“It is when the mirror cracks.” His tone shifted, becoming serious, almost somber. “And trust me, with my brother, it always cracks p>
Anger surged within me, hot and fierce. “Why would you say that?” I demanded, my voice rising.
“You’ll find out, pretty girl.” He winked at me, his retreat back to his pancakes casual, as if our conversation had been nothing more than a game.
I hated him. There was no denying it now. I hated his smug demeanor, his cryptic riddles that felt like barbs, the way he seemed to burrow under my skin and rearrange my insides without lifting a finger. His veiled messages, his mocking laughter—everything about him grated on my nerves.
“Are you leaving after breakfast?” I tried again, my voice steady as I watched him pop strawberries into his mouth like they were mere candy.
“No, sister-in-law.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet p>
“Why? Roman doesn’t even want you here. I’m the one who convinced him to let you stay. And now you’re rubbing me the wrong way. You need to leave.” I pointed toward the door, injecting authority into my voice, willing it to be powerful.
For a moment, he simply stared at me, his expression blank. Then, he blinked slowly, tilting his head as if considering me. Before I could react, he leaned in and patted my head.
Like I was a pet.
“You’re not scary,” he drawled, his tone condescending. “You do not order or threaten a Blackwood. Know this, Savannah Hart.” He emphasized my name, as if it were a warning.
Perhaps he thought his words would intimidate me. Maybe that was his goal. But I refused to let him see me falter. I was Savannah Marjorie Hart, and no man was going to bully me without consequence.
I raised my finger, the ring glinting in the light. “I will soon become Savannah Marjorie Blackwood. Your brother’s wife. So I do have the right to threaten you, Reese Blackwood p>
For a brief moment, surprise flickered across his features, but he quickly masked it with a smirk.
“And right now, I’m ordering you to leave my husband’s house. Your presence is upsetting p>
His eyes sparkled with amusement, as if he found this entire exchange entertaining. “It’s Reese Zachary Blackwood, honey. You missed that p>
“I don’t care what your middle name is,” I retorted, my patience wearing thin.
To my astonishment, he began to clap, a full round of applause that echoed through the kitchen, followed by a fit of laughter that felt mocking.
“You might not be scary. But you are feisty,” he said softly, his tone unexpectedly gentle. “That’s cute. My brother’s taste must’ve shifted. You’re not his usual type p>
His words struck me like a slap. “I beg your pardon p>
“You heard me.” He inhaled deeply, relishing the moment as if it were a fine wine. “He’s always gone for gentle blondes who don’t bite back. You’re not that. You’re something else. A deviation. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that deviations never last p>
His words ignited a fire within me. Anger exploded, fierce and uncontainable. “Leave, Reese. I mean it. Leave and don’t come back p>
I spun on my heel, heading toward the gym, adrenaline coursing through my veins, my throat tight with rage. I was going to tell Roman that his brother was the greatest jerk ever. But his low, amused laughter followed me, echoing in the air. “Roman’s not here, sister-in-law p>
That stopped me cold. I turned slowly, confusion etching my features. “What do you mean he’s not here? He’s in the gym p>
“He stepped out,” Reese replied, leaning casually against the counter, exuding an air of ownership over the entire space. “And I’m not leaving until our guest arrives p>
A chill ran down my spine. “What guest p>
He smiled, a predatory grin that sent a ripple of dread coursing through me. “Your father-in-law. Time to meet daddy dearest p>
As the tension in the room thickened, a stark realization settled within me: this was not merely a confrontation with Reese; it was a reckoning with the very fabric of my new reality. The ring on my finger, once a symbol of love and commitment, now felt like a chain binding me to a world of secrets and shadows. Reese’s words echoed in my mind, a relentless reminder of the fractures that lay beneath the surface of my impending marriage. I had entered the Blackwood family with dreams of unity and love, yet here I stood, grappling with the unsettling truth that the very foundation of my new life was built on a precarious balance of power and resentment. My anger towards Reese transformed into a fierce determination; I would not be a victim of this twisted game. I would carve my own path, even if it meant standing against the tide of the Blackwood legacy.
With each heartbeat, I felt the weight of my choices pressing down on me, yet within that pressure, a flicker of resolve ignited. I was Savannah Marjorie Hart, soon to be Savannah Marjorie Blackwood, and I refused to be defined by the shadows of my husband’s family. As I prepared to face my father-in-law, I steeled myself for the challenges ahead, knowing that the road to acceptance and strength would be fraught with obstacles. But I was ready to confront them, to transform the chaos into clarity. The confrontation with Reese had awakened something within me—a fierce spirit that would not be easily extinguished. I would embrace my new identity, not as a mere reflection of those around me, but as a force of my own making. In this moment, I chose to forge my destiny, to rise above the broken time that sought to ensnare me, and to dream anew amidst the shadows.
As the tension in the kitchen reaches a boiling point, readers can expect the next chapter to delve deeper into the intricate dynamics of the Blackwood family. Savannah’s confrontation with Reese has set the stage for a clash not just of personalities, but of family legacies. With the ominous mention of her father-in-law looming on the horizon, the stakes are raised higher than ever. Will Savannah’s resolve hold strong against the weight of family expectations and the shadow of a patriarch she has yet to meet? The anticipation builds as we wonder how this encounter will shape her relationship with Roman and the very fabric of her new life.
Moreover, the enigmatic nature of Reese hints at further revelations to come. His playful yet menacing demeanor suggests that he holds secrets about the Blackwood family that could change everything Savannah thought she knew. Will their contentious banter evolve into something more complex, or will it remain a battlefield of wits? As the chapter unfolds, readers will be on the edge of their seats, eager to uncover the truth behind the Blackwood legacy and how Savannah will navigate the treacherous waters of her new reality. The stage is set for a confrontation that promises to challenge Savannah’s strength and resolve in ways she never anticipated.
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.