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Lahat ng Kabanata ng LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

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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 relaxation qualified as actual

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 197: THE RINGS.

Dream's POV “And I’ll never let you go.” The words settle into my chest like something permanent. For a moment I cannot breathe. His forehead rests against mine, his hand still cupping my face, his voice trembling with the kind of honesty that strips everything else away. The garden is silent, not awkward, not tense, just reverent. Even the wind seems to pause. I open my eyes slowly. He looks wrecked, tears bright on his lashes, lips curved in the smallest, bravest smile. I lift my hand to his wrist, holding it there against my cheek. “You won’t have to,” I whisper, though the microphone catches it and carries it softly outward. A faint murmur moves through the guests, a collective exhale. The officiant clears their throat gently, grounding us back into the ceremony without breaking the spell. “It is time,” they say. Time. The word feels different today. Not a countdown, not a deadline. A beginning. I nod once. My best man steps forward quietly, placing the small velv

CHAPTER 198: THE KISS.

Gloss POV Laughter fills the room. It rolls outward in warm waves, light and bright, dissolving the last of the tension that had been coiled in my chest. I am still holding his hands, our rings catching the sunlight as if they are small anchors binding us to this exact second. For a moment, the world feels quiet for the first time. Not silent, not empty, just calm. The laughter softens, fades into soft murmurs and affectionate sniffles. The wind drifts through the garden, brushing against my suit, carrying the scent of flowers and sun warmed grass. I blink slowly, and the edges of everything sharpen. Dream is still in front of me. His fingers are still intertwined with mine. His eyes are still focused entirely on me, like I am the only horizon he recognizes. And beneath all of it, something else stirs. A familiar hum. Faint. Almost gone. I inhale. There it is again, softer than memory, like a whisper caught between breaths. The system. It does not appear in glowing pan

CHAPTER 199: THE MORNING AFTER.

Dream's POV Sunlight spills through the curtains, soft and golden, tracing the curve of his face as he sleeps beside me. I wake before him. I do not know why. Maybe my body is still running on ceremony nerves, maybe my mind refuses to accept that there is nothing left to prepare for. No vows to rehearse, no guests to greet, no system prompts waiting to interrupt the moment. Just morning. Just him. He lies on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting loosely across my waist as if even in sleep he needs proof that I am still here. His hair falls across his forehead, slightly messy, softer than it looked under wedding lights. The faintest crease sits between his brows, like he is dreaming too hard. I reach out before I can stop myself and brush it away. He exhales, shifting slightly but not waking. For years, I lived like a machine. Cold, logical, ruthless. I measured outcomes, calculated risks, eliminated inefficiencies. Emotions were variables to be manage

CHAPTER 200: THE FOREVER CODE.

Gloss POV “Then stop me. Make me believe you’re mine.” His words lingered in the quiet room long after he said them. I did not answer immediately. Not because I did not want to. But because I knew belief was not something I could hand to him like a receipt, stamped and verified. Belief is something you build. Something you breathe into existence, over and over, until it becomes the only language you know. I kissed him instead. Not urgent, not frantic. Certain. And in that certainty, I hoped he felt it. Hours later, the city hums beneath us. We stand on the balcony of our apartment, the doors open behind us, curtains shifting gently with the warm evening breeze. The sky is painted in soft shades of amber and rose, fading slowly into deepening blue. The air feels different tonight. Not charged. Not watched. Just open. I rest my hands on the railing and look out over the city lights flickering on one by one. Cars move like distant streams of gold. Somewhere below, someo

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