Calvin lay still, his breath shallow, the weight of the dream world pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The cold ground beneath him seemed to pulse with the fading echo of the system's reboot message, but despite the promise of escape, his body felt heavier than before. Every muscle in his limbs refused to respond, as though they had surrendered to the dream's grasp.I need to wake up, he thought, but the thought was faint, more like a fading whisper than a command. He tried to move, to force his legs to push him upright, but it was like dragging himself through thick, viscous mud. His limbs felt like they were sinking, not into the ground, but into the very fabric of this reality.The fountain’s distant glow caught his eye again, shimmering with that otherworldly light that had beckoned him before. It no longer felt like a threat—it felt familiar, like an old friend calling him home. Why fight it? a voice in his head whispered. Maybe this is where you belong.Calvin’s he
Calvin's senses swam in and out of focus, as if reality was slipping through his fingers. His ears rang, filling his head with a high-pitched hum that seemed to grow louder, drowning out everything else. His limbs were heavy, leaden, and for a moment he couldn’t tell where his body ended and the world around him began. The remnants of the dream still clung to him, shadowy and indistinct, like whispers just out of reach.Where am I? The thought came sluggishly, his mind still struggling to catch up with the present.Then, through the ringing in his ears, he heard it—a voice. Distant at first, but filled with unmistakable panic."Calvin! Calvin, wake up!"Lizzie. The name snapped into place, anchoring him to reality. He blinked, his vision blurry as he tried to make sense of the shapes around him. Slowly, painfully, the fog began to lift. His heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the dream still a haunting rhythm in his mind.With effort, he blinked again, his sight sharpening as he t
Calvin’s gaze lingered on Lizzie, studying her with newfound intensity. The silence between them grew heavy, charged with the weight of his discovery. He shifted slightly, propping himself up against the pillows with a slow, deliberate motion. His body still ached from the unnatural slumber that had held him captive, but his mind was sharper now, processing the revelations stirring within him.Lizzie, sitting beside him, noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. She had always been attuned to her brother’s moods, and she could see that something had clicked in his mind. Her concern deepened, but there was also curiosity in her eyes as she waited for him to speak.“Lizzie,” Calvin’s voice cut through the quiet air, soft yet edged with a new sense of urgency. The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat. “Do you know... what caused me to get trapped in that dream?”Lizzie furrowed her brow, her confusion apparent as she stared back at him. She hadn’t expected such a question, not
Calvin's expression darkened as the sound of commotion from outside the house reached their ears. The once quiet atmosphere in the room was quickly replaced by the unmistakable noise of raised voices and shuffling footsteps. He exchanged a glance with Lizzie, whose face had already tightened with concern.“What’s going on out there?” Calvin murmured, his voice still hoarse from his recent ordeal. He shifted, as if to stand up, but his limbs betrayed him, still weak from the three-day slumber. Grimacing, he turned to Lizzie. “I’ll check it out.”Lizzie shot him a sharp look, standing up quickly before he could even think about leaving the bed. “You’re not going anywhere,” she said firmly, holding up a hand to stop him from trying to move. “You’re still too weak, Calvin. Whatever that is, let me handle it. Besides, the bodyguards are out there—they won’t let anything happen.”Calvin hesitated, frustration flickering across his features. “But Lizzie—”“No,” she interrupted, her tone leav
As the bodyguards received the text message, their once stoic expressions shifted. They exchanged brief glances before stepping aside, their firm stance dissolving instantly. Without a word, they allowed Alana through. Lizzie, standing nearby, noticed the abrupt change and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, a mix of annoyance and worry playing on her features as she watched Alana stride past the guards and straight toward Calvin’s room.Alana’s initial frustration was palpable, her lips set in a thin line, and her movements brisk as she entered the room. Her earlier confrontation with the bodyguards had clearly irritated her, and she was still fuming from the altercation. But as soon as her eyes fell on Calvin, lying pale and weak on the bed, her entire demeanor shifted.Her arrogance faltered. The confident air she had carried with her vanished in an instant, replaced by something far more vulnerable. Her breath caught in her throat, and for
Alana crossed her arms, leaning back slightly, her expression a mix of frustration and cold calculation. Her lips curled into a thin, strained smile, but her eyes remained sharp and unyielding, revealing her true intent. "I’ll wait, Calvin," she began, her voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with the weight of her unspoken threat. "But I can’t wait forever. You know our agreement is binding."Calvin could feel the tension in his chest tightening as her words hit him like a cold gust of wind. The brief moment of vulnerability and empathy he had seen in her earlier, when she first saw him lying weak and sick, was gone. She had returned to the Alana he knew all too well—the one who could wield her power over him with surgical precision.Alana paused, her eyes narrowing slightly, watching him with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. "If you don’t hold up your end..." she let her voice trail off, the unspoken consequences hanging in the air between them, before she continued
Alana didn’t waste a second, her voice slicing through the growing tension with the sharp precision of a well-honed blade. “Thank you for visiting my fiancé, Christina,” she said, the word fiancé rolling off her tongue with deliberate emphasis, each syllable an unmistakable stake in the ground. Her eyes flicked to Calvin briefly, then back to Christina, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The message was crystal clear: Calvin belonged to her, and she wanted Christina to understand that without question.Christina’s eyebrows lifted slightly in response, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she met Alana’s pointed gaze with a calm, unbothered smile, her poise unshaken. She took her time, letting a brief silence stretch between them before responding. “Oh yes, the engagement,” she said, her voice cool and measured, with a hint of mockery hidden beneath the surface. “Remind me, wasn’t it due to some... persuasion?” She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly, letting her words sink i
After the door softly clicked shut behind Christina, the room was left in a strange, heavy silence, like the remnants of a storm finally settling. The air that had been charged with tension moments ago now felt oddly still. Calvin and Lizzie exchanged a glance, both of them feeling the weight of the moment. Then, as if on cue, they both let out a deep, shared sigh, as if they had been holding their breath for far too long.Lizzie leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms as she gazed at her brother. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and frustration, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You really need to deal with this mess, Calvin," she said, shaking her head slightly. There was a teasing note in her voice, but beneath it, there was also a seriousness that couldn’t be ignored. "Those two women… they’re like forces of nature. Neither of them is going to let go of you without a fight."Calvin, still lying weakly on his hospital bed, gave a faint smile in response. H