Chapter 192
In Chapter 116 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Roman grapples with the painful truth that Savannah has discovered her biological father’s identity is not who she believed. As she reads a letter that reveals this devastating secret, Roman feels her world collapse around her. He is overwhelmed with emotions, torn between wanting to comfort her and fearing that his silence about the truth will lead to her hatred. The weight of his regret is heavy, as he realizes he should have been the one to tell her the truth, but he hesitated, hoping to find the right moment that never came.
As Savannah’s anguish unfolds, Roman tries to soothe her, but his efforts seem futile against the depth of her despair. Savannah is consumed by grief, fearing for her mother’s life and the uncertainty surrounding her sister Chloe’s disappearance. Roman’s heart aches as he witnesses the strongest woman he knows break down, feeling that her compassion is wasted on those who have caused her pain. He despises the situation, wishing he could alleviate her suffering and protect her from the harsh realities of her family.
The chapter intensifies when Savannah reveals chilling details about her sister’s missing status and the blood found in her car. This revelation sends a surge of anger through Roman, particularly towards Dean, who he perceives as an opportunist trying to exploit Savannah’s vulnerability. Roman’s protective instincts kick in, and he is determined to shield Savannah from further hurt, even as he wrestles with the secrets he harbors and the lies he feels compelled to maintain.
Ultimately, this chapter is a poignant exploration of love, regret, and the complexities of familial relationships. Roman’s internal struggle highlights the conflict between honesty and the desire to protect those we care about, while Savannah’s emotional turmoil underscores the fragility of trust and the profound impact of betrayal. As the weight of their shared pain grows heavier, the reader is left to ponder the consequences of secrets and the lengths one will go to preserve love amidst chaos.
**Chapter 116: Do You Really Have To p>
**Roman p>
She knows.
The truth has finally seeped into Savannah’s consciousness, and with it comes the realization that that spineless prick isn’t her biological father. When she read that cursed letter aloud to me, I could see the moment her world began to unravel, the last fragile thread of her composure snapping like a taut string. Here I am, stretched out beneath the weight of her, my arms encircling her trembling form, but I feel utterly useless. I’m trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure how to comfort her without risking the chance that she might come to despise me later on.
I should have been the one to tell her. Damn it, I should have mustered the courage to face her directly, to lay the truth bare before her. But instead, I hesitated. I kept telling myself that the right moment would come—when the air was calm and she was strong enough to handle the harsh reality. Yet, that moment never arrived, and now? Now I’m left with the bitter taste of regret.
If she discovers that I knew all along and chose silence, the hatred in her eyes will be a wound I won’t be able to bear. I’m certain of it.
But wait…
How could she possibly find out? That monster is buried deep beneath the earth, his secrets rotting alongside him. Kingston took the truth to his grave, and my loyal men would never betray me—not for anything in this world. The truth should remain buried, sealed away forever.
And if I must choose between losing Savannah and weaving a web of lies? I’ll lie until my dying breath. I’d bury the truth deeper than the darkest pit imaginable.
Her anguished cries pierce through me like shards of glass. I attempt to soothe her, my hand moving slowly up and down her back in a futile gesture meant to bring her comfort, even though I know it won’t help. “Shhhh, it’s alright, my love,” I murmur softly against her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. My throat feels constricted, heavy with emotion. “Everything will be fine p>
She jerks her head against me, the sound of her sobs choking her voice. “It’s not, Roman. My mom’s going to die. Nothing is going to be fine p>
“Savannah, you’ve been crying for hours now. That’s enough. You’re going to hurt yourself,” I say softly, brushing my thumb against the damp trail of tears beneath her eye.
Her breathing is ragged and uneven. She doesn’t hear me. She doesn’t care.
I close my eyes for a fleeting moment, my mind drifting back to earlier today. I had been in a meeting with a security company, finalizing contracts, when my secretary burst in. She said my fiancée wouldn’t stop calling, that it was urgent. Without a second thought, I left the room. Goldberg didn’t protest when I told him I had to go to Savannah. I scooped her up, carrying her straight to my house, and since that moment, she hasn’t stopped crying. Three agonizing hours of watching the strongest woman I know break down before me.
I understand grief. I grasp the depths of fear. But this level of hysteria? For a mother who allowed her own child to be shattered, for a sister who has done nothing but bring her pain? Savannah’s heart is far too generous for this cruel world. She’s too forgiving. They simply do not deserve her tears.
They don’t deserve her.
Chloe, in particular, is the last person worthy of even a single tear from Savannah. It feels like a crime to waste her compassion on that girl. Yet here is Savannah, curled into me as if the very fabric of her world is disintegrating, and I loathe it. I despise every moment of her suffering.
“And my sister… oh my god, she’s missing.” Her voice is muffled against my shirt, her shoulders shaking violently with fresh sobs. “They don’t know where she is. And… and Dean said there was blood in her car. Lots of her blood, Roman p>
My hand freezes on her back, the word “blood” slicing through the air. “Blood?” I ask, my voice low and edged with urgency.
She nods frantically, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with me. Her face is a chaotic canvas of blotches, her lashes matted with tears. “Dean said they found her blood all over the car. Her things were missing too p>
A surge of anger courses through me, my fist clenching against her hip. Dean. Why did it have to be him? Why not Alyssa? Why not Lizzie? No—he had to be the one to come rushing in, inserting himself into her pain like a leech. He’s an opportunist, always waiting for a crack to appear in her armor so he can slither back into her life.
In the suffocating silence that follows Savannah’s revelations, a heavy weight settles between them, a palpable tension thick with unspoken fears and buried truths. Roman’s heart aches as he watches the woman he loves unravel under the crushing burden of her family’s betrayals and the looming specter of loss. His mind races, torn between the desperate need to shield her from further pain and the gnawing guilt of his own silence. Each sob that escapes her lips feels like a dagger, piercing through his resolve, reminding him of the fragility of their shared moments. He knows that the truth, once revealed, could shatter the fragile bond they have forged, yet the thought of losing Savannah to despair is a fate he cannot bear. In this moment, he vows to protect her, even if it means weaving a tapestry of lies to keep her safe from the harsh realities that threaten to engulf them both.
As the hours stretch on, the world outside fades into insignificance, leaving only the two of them cocooned in their shared grief. Roman’s determination solidifies; he will do whatever it takes to mend Savannah’s broken heart, even if it means facing the demons of his past alone. He cradles her in his arms, whispering promises of hope amidst the chaos, even as doubt gnaws at the edges of his mind. The shadows of their past loom large, but in this moment of vulnerability, they find solace in each other’s presence. Roman knows that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges, but for Savannah, he will fight against the darkness, ready to confront whatever lies ahead. Together, they will navigate the storm, clinging to the flickering light of love that refuses to be extinguished, even in the face of despair.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the emotional storm continues to rage around Savannah, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the tangled web of secrets and betrayals that threaten to unravel everything she holds dear. With the revelation of her sister’s blood found at the scene, the stakes have never been higher. Readers can expect Roman to wrestle with his own demons, torn between protecting Savannah and confronting the looming specter of the past. Will he finally reveal the truth he has hidden for so long, or will his fear of losing her push him further into the shadows of deception?
Moreover, the tension between Savannah and her family is set to escalate dramatically. With Chloe missing and the possibility of danger lurking just beyond the horizon, Savannah’s resolve will be tested like never before. Will she find the strength to confront her family’s dark legacy, or will the weight of her grief and anger consume her? As Roman becomes her anchor in this turbulent sea, the question remains: can love truly conquer the shadows of betrayal, or will the truth shatter their fragile bond? Prepare for a chapter filled with heart-wrenching choices, unexpected alliances, and the relentless pursuit of a truth that could change everything.
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.