Todos los capítulos de LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Gloss POV The moment the system alert flashed on Dream’s screen, he froze, and I knew something inside him shifted. After that, everything spiraled faster than I expected. By morning, the company’s stock had dropped three points. Not catastrophic, but bad enough to trigger panic in the board and hysteria in the PR department. The tabloids were still burning with the scandal from the night before, using words like “forbidden romance” and “corporate love affair.” Every time I refreshed my phone, there was a new article, a new opinion, a new comment section full of strangers debating whether I was sleeping with my boss. And Dream? He was gone. No one knew where. Not his assistant, not the security team, not even Adrian, though I was sure he enjoyed the chaos his suggestion had created. Dream had left the building before dawn, no message, no explanation. Just vanished. That left me standing in the middle of a war zone. The office felt different that day. Colder, noisier, more chaoti

Gloss POV The week after Dream’s parents’ visit felt strangely peaceful. The office gossip had died down, Adrian had retreated to his department to lick his wounds, and Dream seemed almost, dare I say, human. He wasn’t as cold as usual. He even offered a half-smile once, which, for him, was basically a hug. But then came the unexpected message: “Report to the penthouse at 7 p.m. for private lessons.” At first, I thought it was a joke. Dream teaching me anything outside of work hours sounded impossible. He barely tolerated my presence during office hours, let alone in his personal space. But when his assistant forwarded me the official invite, I realized he wasn’t kidding. So that’s how I ended up standing at his penthouse door, clutching my tablet like a nervous student before an exam. The door slid open, revealing Dream in a fitted black shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled. He didn’t look like a CEO right now. He looked... dangerous. “You’re late,” he sai

Gloss POV Suspension. The word hit harder than I thought it would. When HR called me in that morning, I’d already guessed what was coming. The whispers in the hallway had grown louder, the stares sharper. Everyone avoided me as if betrayal were contagious. I sat through the meeting in silence, listening to them talk about “ongoing investigations” and “temporary leave until further notice.” I walked out of the building carrying nothing but my access badge, deactivated, of course, and a box of my things. Pens, sticky notes, a half-dead plant, and the ridiculous little bobblehead Dream once joked looked like him. I laughed when I first got it. Now it felt like a curse. The security guards at the entrance looked at me with pity. My name tag flashed gray as I stepped out, marking the official end of my access. Just like that, I was out. The city outside felt colder than usual. People walked past, umbrellas open, shoes splashing through puddles. I pulled my jacket tighter, my box hu

Gloss POV The moment Dream’s words left his mouth…“Then let me earn it”...something in my chest loosened. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was something close to it, like breathing after holding your breath for too long. His hand was still around mine, steady, grounding, and for a long second, neither of us moved. The storm outside had softened to a drizzle. The city beyond my window was a blur of gold and blue lights, like it had decided to listen quietly for once. Dream sat close, closer than I remembered him ever being when things were good between us. His hair was still damp, the collar of his shirt slightly undone. There was something disarming about seeing him like this, not the CEO everyone feared, but a man trying, clumsy and sincere. “Then let me earn it,” he’d said. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t pull away either. When he finally stood, I felt his hand slip from mine, and that stupid loss hit harder than I expected. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “You’ve had a l

Gloss POV The flight to the luxury resort should have been straightforward, but of course, in our world, nothing ever stayed simple. Dream and I were booked for a corporate summit with some of the company’s high-level partners. Normally, it would have been boring, panels, speeches, networking, but this trip already had tension written all over it. I kept catching myself glancing at Dream, noting how calm he seemed, while I felt like a storm was building in my chest. We arrived at the resort, and the lobby practically shimmered with marble and chandeliers, the kind of place that screamed money, power, and old-school exclusivity. I felt slightly out of place in my tailored suit, even though Dream, as always, looked perfectly at ease, exuding that calm dominance that made everyone else in the lobby either gawk or step aside. I caught a few whispers as we passed by, eyes flicking between us like we were some power couple the tabloids would kill to write about. That added an unspoken pre