Chapter 265
In Chapter 265 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension escalates between the protagonist and Reese as he forcefully grabs her arm, causing her physical pain and emotional distress. Despite her pleas for him to let go, Reese remains unyielding, his demeanor cold and distant. He asserts that he would never betray his brother by sleeping with his wife, revealing a moral boundary he refuses to cross. This moment of confrontation is charged with urgency and desperation, highlighting the complex emotions at play.
When Reese finally releases her, a moment of clarity seems to dawn on him, but it quickly spirals into chaos as the protagonist reacts impulsively and slaps him. The shock of the situation is palpable, with both characters caught in a web of anger and regret. As silence envelops them, a new threat emerges in the form of Roman, who walks in and immediately senses the tension. His protective instincts kick in as he questions what transpired, leading to a confrontation with Reese that further heightens the emotional stakes.
Roman’s fury is directed at Reese, who downplays the incident, insisting it was just a minor altercation. However, the protagonist desperately tries to diffuse the situation, feeling responsible for the escalation. The confrontation between the brothers reveals deeper tensions and unresolved issues, with Roman’s protective nature clashing against Reese’s dismissive attitude. The protagonist’s attempts to mediate only add to the chaos, showcasing her inner turmoil and the weight of the situation.
As the confrontation comes to a head, Roman ultimately demands that Reese leave, asserting control over the volatile situation. The aftermath is heavy with silence, as the protagonist grapples with her emotions and the fallout from the encounter. Roman’s concern for her well-being is evident, but she struggles to reconcile her feelings about Reese and the complexities of their relationships. The chapter ends with an unsettling sense of unease, hinting at deeper truths and unresolved conflicts that may come to light in the future.
Overall, the chapter captures a moment of intense emotional conflict, revealing the fragile dynamics between the characters and the looming shadows of their pasts. The protagonist is left questioning her understanding of Reese and the intricate web of relationships that bind them, setting the stage for further exploration of their intertwined fates.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 265 p>
His hand shot out, seizing my arm with a force that propelled me forward, nearly crashing into his chest. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as pain radiated through my arm where his fingers dug in, leaving a mark of his grip. In that instant, I understood the truth of his words from our last encounter. He possessed a grip that could not be easily shaken off. “Let go!” I spat, my voice laced with urgency. “That hurts p>
Still, he remained unmoving, his expression eerily vacant. It was as if he were staring through me, lost in some distant thought or memory. “I’m only going to say this once,” he stated, his voice low and trembling, each word heavy with a weight I couldn’t ignore. “I did not—and will not—sleep with my brother’s wife. Ever. I might have fewer morals than I care to admit, but that’s one line I will never cross p>
The numbness in my arm intensified. “Reese—let go of me!” I urged, desperation creeping into my tone.
And just like that, it was over. His grip slackened, as if he had suddenly awoken from a trance. He stepped back, staring at his own hand as if it were a foreign object, a look of bewilderment etched on his face. “I’m sorry p>
Before I could process the moment, I reacted. The sound of my slap echoed through the kitchen like a thunderclap, sharp and resonant. My palm stung, and my heart raced as I watched Reese stand there, eyes wide and bloodshot, his cheek already blooming red where my hand had struck.
“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me.” My voice rang steady, a stark contrast to the turmoil roiling within me.
He didn’t retaliate; instead, he remained rooted in place, breathing heavily, his gaze glassy and unfocused. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, this time so softly that it barely reached my ears.
The silence that enveloped us was thick, almost suffocating. My heart thudded loudly in my ears, a relentless reminder of the tension that hung in the air. I didn’t trust him—not for a moment—but in that fleeting instant, I caught a glimpse of something in his expression, a flicker of regret that vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
Then, as if summoned by the very tension that gripped us, a voice sliced through the atmosphere like a knife.
“What the hell is going on here p>
I spun around so swiftly that the world around me blurred momentarily. Roman stood in the doorway, his hair still damp from the shower, droplets glistening like jewels. His gaze darted between Reese and me, taking in the distance that separated us, the look of shock on Reese’s face, and my trembling hands. In an instant, his entire demeanor stiffened, a predator ready to pounce.
“Roman—” I began, but my voice faltered, caught in the web of emotion that tangled within me.
Reese averted his gaze, his jaw clenched tight, breaths coming in heavy bursts.
Roman’s eyes fell to my arm, where a faint red mark was already blossoming, and something dark and fierce ignited in his expression. “Savannah,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “what happened p>
Swallowing hard, I felt my pulse race, a drumbeat of anxiety echoing through every part of my being. “It’s not—he just—” I struggled to find the words, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. The adrenaline surged, turning my thoughts into a chaotic static.
Reese straightened, re-establishing that calm, almost mocking demeanor he had worn earlier. “Relax,” he said, his tone oddly measured, as if we were discussing the weather. “It was nothing. Just a little discussion p>
Roman’s head snapped toward him, fury igniting in his eyes. “Does that look like nothing to you?” His voice was low, but the intensity was palpable. “Did you touch her, Reese p>
“I did—” Reese began, but Roman was already in motion.
With two swift strides, he crossed the kitchen, his hand fisting the collar of Reese’s shirt with a force that spoke volumes. “You touched her?” he repeated, his voice rising, eyes ablaze with protective rage.
Reese didn’t fight back; he stood there, unyielding. “Roman, I didn’t hurt her,” he said, his tone unnervingly calm, as if he were discussing a trivial matter. “I grabbed her arm. That’s it. It wasn’t like that p>
“Roman, stop,” I interjected, desperation spilling from my lips. “It was my fault. Besides, nothing happened p>
Roman’s grip tightened further, his eyes locked onto his brother’s with a ferocity that made my heart race. “I told you—if you ever touch her p>
“He didn’t touch me!” I insisted, my voice rising in urgency. “Roman, please! Stop p>
A bitter smile curled on Reese’s lips, a mask of disdain. “What, you’ll do what, Roman? Kill me? Go ahead. Add that to the list of things you’ll never forgive yourself for p>
The air thickened with tension, the words hanging between them like a fragile thread. Neither of them moved, and my stomach twisted in knots. I had ignited this chaos; my reckless temper and loud mouth had set the stage for this confrontation.
“Stop,” I urged, stepping between them, my hands trembling but my resolve firm. “Just stop it, both of you p>
Roman hesitated, his eyes still locked onto Reese’s, a silent battle raging between them. It took a moment before he finally released his grip, stepping back and running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Leave us, Reese,” he commanded, his voice steady but firm. “Now p>
For a brief moment, I thought Reese might protest, but then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. “I’ll be in the living room,” he muttered, his tone resigned.
And just like that, he was gone.
The silence that followed was deafening, a heavy blanket that smothered the air around us. My hands continued to tremble, a physical manifestation of the emotional storm within. Roman stood there, breathing heavily, his shoulders tense, and his jaw clenched so tightly I feared it might shatter. The vein in his neck throbbed visibly, a testament to his barely contained fury.
Turning away, I pressed a hand over my mouth, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. I didn’t want to cry—not in front of him, not now. But the tears came anyway, unbidden and relentless.
He was beside me a moment later, his voice softening as he reached for me. “Hey, look at me,” he murmured, tilting my face gently toward him. “What did he do to you p>
“Nothing,” I whispered, my throat tight with emotion. “He just… lost it. I said something I shouldn’t have, and he—he grabbed me, that’s all. I provoked him. It’s all my fault p>
Roman’s thumb brushed the side of my jaw, his touch tender and protective. “You don’t have to defend him,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle.
“I’m not,” I replied quickly, desperation creeping into my tone. “I just… I didn’t mean for it to escalate like this p>
He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the charged space between us. “He shouldn’t have been here in the first place. I should’ve known better than to leave him alone with you p>
I didn’t respond, merely standing there, trying to steady my breathing, attempting to silence the replay of the moment his fingers had wrapped around my arm.
With a soft kiss pressed to my forehead, Roman murmured, “He won’t touch you again,” his voice a promise laced with unyielding fury. “I swear it p>
But as I stood there enveloped in his arms, a gnawing unease settled in my stomach, a feeling that something far darker had just begun to unfold—something neither of us fully grasped yet.
For all the hatred I had seen in Reese’s eyes, there had been confusion too, a flicker of pain that hinted at deeper truths. It was as if the name Dahlia had unearthed ghosts we were never meant to confront.
And for the first time, I began to question everything I thought I knew about Reese—and about that story—wondering if perhaps the truth was more complex than I had ever imagined. Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t the truth at all…
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the air around us crackled with unresolved tension, a stark reminder of the fragility of our relationships. As Roman held me close, I felt the weight of his protective embrace, yet beneath the surface lay a tumult of emotions that threatened to unravel everything. The fear that had surged through me during Reese’s outburst lingered, intertwining with a newfound complexity regarding his character. The flicker of regret I had glimpsed in Reese’s eyes haunted me, leaving me questioning the motives behind his actions and the shadows of his past that seemed to loom over us all. It was a moment that shattered my perception of right and wrong, forcing me to confront the painful reality that not everything is as it appears.
As I leaned into Roman’s warmth, I realized that our bond had deepened in this chaos, yet it was also tainted by the uncertainty that now clouded our future. The promise in his voice echoed in my mind, a vow of protection that felt both reassuring and ominous. Together, we stood on the precipice of a storm that had only just begun to brew, the dark undercurrents of our lives swirling around us. With each passing moment, I sensed that the truth we sought was buried beneath layers of pain and betrayal, waiting to be unearthed. And as I clung to Roman, I knew that the journey ahead would not only challenge our love but also force us to confront the shadows lurking in our pasts—shadows that threatened to consume us if we weren’t careful.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
In the upcoming chapter, the tension between Savannah and the brothers reaches a boiling point, forcing them to confront not only their feelings but also the hidden complexities of their past. With Reese’s enigmatic behavior lingering in Savannah’s mind, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the chaos that has erupted in the kitchen. As Savannah grapples with the aftermath of the confrontation, she is drawn into a web of secrets that could unravel the fragile ties binding them all together. Expect revelations that challenge her perceptions of loyalty, trust, and the shadows of their shared history.
Roman’s protective instincts will be tested as he navigates the precarious balance between safeguarding Savannah and addressing the unresolved issues with his brother. The emotional stakes will rise, leading to a confrontation that may reveal long-buried truths. As Savannah wrestles with her conflicting emotions towards both brothers, the chapter will explore the intricacies of their relationships, setting the stage for a dramatic unraveling of hidden motives and desires. Readers can anticipate heart-pounding moments, unexpected alliances, and a deeper exploration of what it truly means to confront one’s past—because in this world of broken time, every choice could alter their fates forever.
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.