All Chapters of LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dream's POV The words on Gloss’s wrist burned themselves into my mind like fire. ‘Mission Continuation Approved.’ I couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick, electric, too still to be real. Gloss stared at the faintly glowing watch, his eyes wide and shining, a mixture of fear and recognition. My pulse matched the flicker of blue light across his skin. For a second, I thought I was dreaming again, one of those strange, vivid dreams that felt too alive to wake from. But this time, I wasn’t asleep. I could feel the static against my skin, hear the faint hum under the silence. And then, the floodgate opened. Memories hit me all at once. Images that had haunted my dreams for months now had names, textures, meanings. The sterile white walls of the lab. Our cozy nights in my penthouse. The impossible missions. Gloss standing in front of me, trembling but never breaking. The system’s cold voice giving him orders. The night he fell, the way his body went limp in my arms. My scream that neve

Dream's POV The echo of Silas’s words wouldn’t leave my head. Adrian wasn’t the only one. Even after security dragged him out and the system stabilized, the room felt wrong, tainted. The lights flickered overhead, screens reset one by one, and all I could hear was the faint hum of cooling fans. The silence between Gloss and me was heavy. He stood by the console, still staring at the last frozen frame of Silas’s face before the system cut him off. I rubbed my temples, trying to think. My mind was racing through every possible scenario, every way he could use what he’d stolen. The system wasn’t just code; it was consciousness, memory, connection. In the wrong hands, it could become a weapon. “He knows too much,” Gloss said quietly. “I know.” “He’s not bluffing.” I turned to look at him. His eyes were steady, but the tightness around them betrayed what he was feeling, fear mixed with anger. “No,” I said finally. “He’s not bluffing.” Two hours later, the underground lab was in l

Dream's POV Cold. That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. The air around me was thin and metallic, tasting of recycled oxygen and machine oil. I blinked against the blinding white light until my vision adjusted, revealing rows of servers lining the walls. They hummed faintly, blinking like restless eyes watching me. My wrists were bound in heavy cuffs, each one linked to thick chains that glowed faintly, pulsing like veins of light. I tried to move, but electricity surged through the restraints. My muscles tensed, and a low growl escaped me. It wasn’t just pain, it was designed to suppress power, to keep me grounded and weak. I breathed in through gritted teeth, trying to stay focused. My mind raced, trying to remember how I got here. The last thing I recalled was Gloss’s voice through the comms, faint and desperate, saying he had the data. Then static. Then darkness. Now I was here. The sound of footsteps echoed from the far end of the lab. Slow, deliberate, confi

Dream's POV Darkness felt alive. Not the kind that swallowed you whole, but the kind that stared back, curious, waiting. I floated in it, weightless, thoughtless, until something sharp cut through the void, a whisper that wasn’t mine. You shouldn’t have fought it, the voice said. It was cold, familiar, crawling beneath my skin like static. Adrian. My lungs burned though I wasn’t sure I was breathing. My body felt distant, my mind tangled in wires I couldn’t see. The hum of machines filled the air. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like fighting a current too strong to resist. When I finally did, the world came back in fragments, red lights flickering, metal walls, and the smell of ozone. My hands were strapped down. Gloss’s voice echoed faintly, muffled, somewhere near me. “Dream… come back. Please.” I turned toward the sound, but my neck wouldn’t obey. My body twitched, jerking to one side. Not yet, Adrian’s voice hissed. It’s my turn now. I felt him, a second heartbeat

Dream's POV The first thing I felt was light. Not warmth, not sound, not pain, just light. It seeped through my eyelids, soft and golden, stretching across my skin like morning sunlight through glass. My head throbbed faintly, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in my penthouse bedroom, staring at the familiar ceiling. The sheets were fresh. The room was spotless. Everything was in place, too perfectly arranged, as if someone had been taking care of me while I slept. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. For a moment, I didn’t recognize my reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. My hair was a little longer, my face thinner. My body felt heavy, like I’d been asleep for years instead of days. What happened to me? I couldn’t remember. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from the fog. A reminder blinked across the screen, First day at headquarters. 8 a.m. meeting with new assistant. Right. Work. I was still the CEO. I still had a company to run. That much, at le