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CHAPTER 192: ENGAGEMENT PREPARATIONS.
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LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 196: GLOSS'S VOW.
Gloss POV “And I’ll spend my life saving you back.” His words settle into me like sunlight through glass. For a second, I forget there are people around us. I forget the flowers, the aisle, the soft murmur of wind weaving through the open garden. I forget the chairs filled with friends, the distant sniffles, the way someone in the third row coughs quietly and tries to disguise it as a laugh. All I see is him. His hand still holds mine. His eyes are steady now, but there is a vulnerability in them I recognize, because I have seen it in quiet rooms, in long nights, in moments where the world felt too sharp and he let himself soften only with me. He finished speaking. Now it is my turn. My pulse thunders in my ears. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry despite the champagne I barely touched earlier. The officiant smiles gently, nodding toward me. I do not look at them. I look at him. This is not about the audience. This is not about the ceremony. It is about the space betwe
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 195: DREAM'S VOW.
Dream's POV The sun rises softly through the curtains. I wake before him. For a moment I forget what day it is. The light feels gentle, ordinary, the room quiet except for the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me. Then it settles. Today. I turn my head slightly to look at him. Gloss is still asleep, one hand resting loosely near my shoulder, hair falling across his forehead in a way he will pretend not to care about later. The early light touches his face first, warms the curve of his cheek, the line of his jaw. He looks peaceful. Unburdened. I stay still, not wanting to disturb the stillness. My chest feels full, not anxious like yesterday, not restless, just heavy with meaning. This is the day I stand in front of everyone and say what I have been living quietly for months. I slide carefully out of bed, moving slowly so I do not wake him. He stirs faintly but does not open his eyes. In the living room, the apartment is hushed. The city outside has not
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 194: THE DAY BEFORE FOREVER.
Gloss POV “Then marry me already.” He said it like a challenge, like I was the one delaying the inevitable. I remember laughing, the tension in his shoulders dissolving the moment the words left his mouth. He had been pacing, revising vows, worrying about promises that were already written into our bones. I had kissed his palm in response, slow and deliberate, just to watch his composure slip. Tomorrow we would stand in front of everyone and formalize what had been true for a long time. Tonight was quieter. The apartment felt different in the way spaces do before a departure. Not empty, not anxious, just suspended. Our suit bags hung neatly near the wardrobe. My phone rested face down on the nightstand, finally silent after an avalanche of messages from friends, family, foundation staff. We had both agreed to turn everything off early. No last minute calls. No logistical adjustments. No business. Just us. I changed into something soft and familiar, the kind of shirt I had
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 193: PRE-WEDDING NERVES.
Dream's POV I did not expect my hands to shake. I have negotiated billion dollar acquisitions without a tremor. I have faced hostile boards, aggressive investors, hostile press, all with composure intact. Yet here I am, in my own bedroom, holding a sheet of paper with vows written in my handwriting, and my pulse refuses to behave. The apartment is quiet, late afternoon light stretching across the floor. The ceremony is tomorrow. Guests have arrived in the city. Messages fill my phone with excitement, congratulations, logistics. I ignore all of it. I pace. From the window to the dresser. From the dresser to the door. From the door back to the window. I read the vows again. They feel insufficient. Too formal. Too restrained. I rewrite a line. Delete another. Add something softer. Remove something that sounds rehearsed. I exhale slowly. This is absurd. I am not afraid of public speaking. I am not afraid of commitment. I am not even afraid of permanence. So why does
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 192: ENGAGEMENT PREPARATIONS.
Gloss POV “And we’re still writing it.” I replayed those words more than I expected to. Not because they were dramatic, not because they were grand, but because they were calm. Certain. The kind of certainty that does not demand applause. We were still writing it. Which meant there were still chapters ahead. Which meant this one mattered. Our engagement party approached with an energy that felt both intimate and public. It was not a surprise proposal, not a spectacle staged for cameras. We had spoken about it in the quiet way we spoke about everything important. Marriage was not an impulse. It was the next logical step in a love that had survived orchestration, silence, and the deliberate absence of both. The decision itself had been simple. The celebration, however, was not. Dream insisted it should be meaningful. I insisted it should be manageable. We compromised in the way we always did, by pretending neither of us compromised at all. The venue was the same waterfron
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 191: SYSTEM'S LEGACY.
Chapter 191 – System’s Legacy (Gloss POV) “And you made me believe.” I meant it. That night on the terrace, with the water reflecting city lights and the foundation bearing my name glowing behind us, something settled into permanence. Not the dramatic kind that demands fireworks or declarations, but the quiet permanence that arrives when two people decide they are no longer testing the future, they are building it. Life did not slow after that. It expanded. The foundation demanded time, attention, structure. Dream handled the architecture, the funding channels, the strategic partnerships. I handled the people, the mentorship programs, the late night conversations with ambitious young founders who carried more doubt than capital. We moved in rhythm. We learned each other in new contexts. At home, mornings were softer. Evenings were slower. We cooked more often. We argued sometimes about small things, about whose turn it was to order groceries, about whether his idea of relaxat
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