All Chapters of Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

178 Chapters

122: The Glass House

The air inside the rooftop greenhouse was thick, smelling of wet earth, tomato vines, and the sharp, green scent of chlorophyll.It was 11:00 AM. The sun had finally broken through the grey cloud cover, turning the glass structure into a radiant, humid box.Elion sat on an overturned potting bucket, watching Cale.Cale was lying on the floor, sprawled on a bed made of burlap sacks and the blankets Elion had dragged up from the apartment. He had taken off the heavy wool coat. His black t-shirt was damp with sweat, but he wasn't shivering anymore.He was soaking up the sun.He looked like a lizard on a rock. Or a solar panel recharging. His eyes were closed, his face turned toward the glass ceiling, drinking in the heat."Cale?" Elion whispered.Cale didn't move. His chest rose and fell in a slow, deep rhythm."Are you awake?""I am processing," Cale murmured without opening his eyes."Processing what?""Thermal energy. The ambient temperature is eighty-five degrees. My core is... risin

123: The Trojan Horse

The entrance to the drainage tunnel was hidden behind a cluster of overgrown rhododendrons at the south edge of the estate perimeter.It was a rusted iron grate, half-buried in mud and dead leaves.Elion stood before it, holding a flashlight he had borrowed (stolen) from Mrs. Higgins."This is it?" Elion asked, shining the beam into the dark maw of the pipe. "This is the grand entrance?""It connects to the wine cellar," Cale said. He was leaning against a tree, his face slick with sweat. The walk from where they ditched the van had been a mile of uneven terrain, and his broken leg was screaming. "It was built during Prohibition. For smuggling.""How do you know that?""I..." Cale paused. He frowned. "I don't know. The data is just... there. Like a file left on a desktop.""Well, let's hope the file is accurate. Because if this leads to a sewage tank, I'm quitting."Elion grabbed the grate. He pulled. It groaned, rusted metal grinding against stone, but it didn't budge."Locked?" Elio

124: The Bridal Suite

The Master Suite—rebranded by Mira as the "Bridal Suite"—occupied the entire top floor of the East Wing.It was less a room and more a sovereign nation of velvet, silk, and gold leaf. There was a king-sized bed on a raised platform, a sitting area with a fireplace large enough to roast a pig, and a balcony that overlooked the entire estate.To Elion, it looked like a hotel room for a dictator.To Cale, it looked like a sniper's paradise."Too many windows," Cale said immediately, stopping his wheelchair at the threshold. "The exposure is three hundred and sixty degrees. It is indefensible.""It's romantic," Mira corrected, ushering them in. "Look at the view! You can see the city! You can see the stars!""I can see the trajectory of a long-range projectile," Cale muttered."Stop being morbid. The audience wants fantasy, not a bunker. This is where you'll spend the week leading up to the Wedding. We'll be filming B-roll of you gazing wistfully out the window.""I do not gaze," Cale sai

125: The Rehearsal

The garden had been sanitized.Where there had been shattered glass, twisted metal, and blood-soaked grass just forty-eight hours ago, there was now a pristine white runway, rows of gold Chiavari chairs, and an archway smothered in white roses.It looked like a fairy tale. It smelled like a funeral.Elion stood at the "altar"—a raised platform built directly over the spot where Cale’s leg had been crushed. He looked down at the fresh sod."They covered it up," Elion whispered."Terraforming," Cale said from his wheelchair. He was parked at the base of the platform, looking at the flowers with deep suspicion. "They altered the topography to hide the impact crater.""It's called landscaping, Cale.""It is concealment.""Okay, places!" Mira shouted, marching down the aisle with a megaphone. "This is the tech rehearsal! We go live tomorrow at 8 PM! I want perfection! I want tears! I want the audience to believe that love conquers all, even lawsuits!"She stopped in front of Cale."Cale, h

126: The Groom's Armor

The navy blue suit hung on the door of the Garden Room like a dead man.It was 4:00 PM. Four hours until the live broadcast. Four hours until Elion Marrow married a man who didn't remember his own middle name.Elion stood in front of the suit, steaming the lapels. The hiss of the steamer was the only sound in the room."It looks stiff," Cale said from the bed.Elion turned. Cale was sitting up, staring at the suit with open suspicion."It's starch, Cale. It's supposed to be stiff. It's formal wear.""It looks like armor," Cale noted. "Ceremonial armor. Does it have Kevlar?""No. It has silk lining. And please don't ask Mira for a Kevlar vest. She'll try to bedazzle it."Elion hung the steamer up. He walked over to the bed."How are you?" Elion asked. "Scale of one to ten?"Cale looked at his hands. He flexed them."Physical pain: Four," Cale reported. "The leg is... throbbing. Barometric pressure is dropping again.""And the head?""Static," Cale whispered. "White noise. It's loud tod

127: The Longest Walk

The sun was setting behind the mansion, casting long, blood-red shadows across the lawn.Inside the Garden Room, the air was still.Elion stood by the door, adjusting his grey suit jacket. He looked at Cale.Cale was standing by the bed, leaning heavily on his crutches. He was dressed in the navy suit. The tie—which Elion had tied for him—was perfect. The boutonnieres (white roses, because forget-me-nots weren't in season) were pinned to their lapels.Cale looked devastating. He also looked like he was about to collapse."Sit down," Elion said. "Please. Just until they call us.""If I sit," Cale said, his voice tight, "I might not be able to stand again. The momentum... it is precarious.""You're swaying, Cale.""I am adjusting to the rotation of the earth."Elion walked over to him. He put his hands on Cale’s arms, steadying him."You don't have to walk," Elion whispered. "We can use the chair. Mira won't mind. It's dramatic.""No," Cale said. "I will walk.""Why? It's just a ceremon

128: The Numb Aftermath

The production car—a black Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows—smelled of leather conditioner and stale air conditioning.It glided over the potholes of the Queens-Midtown Expressway with a smooth, detached grace. But inside the cabin, the atmosphere was jagged.Elion sat on the back bench seat, clutching Cale’s hand. He was squeezing it hard—hard enough to turn his own knuckles white, hard enough to bruise."Can you feel that?" Elion asked for the third time.Cale looked down at their joined hands. He watched Elion’s fingers dig into his skin. He saw the pressure. He saw the indentation."No," Cale said. His voice was calm, but it had a hollow quality, like an echo in an empty room."Nothing? Not even pressure?""I see the pressure," Cale said. "I calculate the force based on the whitening of your knuckles. But the signal... the signal is dead."Elion let go. He looked at Cale’s hand lying limp on the leather seat. It looked like a wax prop."You're numb," Elion whispered. "Everywhe

129: The Glass Wall

The morning light filtering through the grime of the motel window was weak and grey, illuminating the cheap particle-board furniture and the stained carpet.Elion woke up to the sound of shattering glass.CRASH.He bolted upright, heart hammering. "Cale?"Cale was standing by the small sink in the corner of the room. He was gripping the edge of the porcelain basin with his left hand, his knuckles white. In the sink lay the remains of the glass tumbler the motel provided for toothbrushes.It was pulverized."Don't move," Elion said, scrambling out of bed. "You're barefoot. There's glass.""I know," Cale said. His voice was flat, devoid of affect. "I watched it fall.""Did you cut yourself?""I don't know."Elion stopped. The horror of the statement hit him harder than the noise.I don't know.He rushed to Cale. He looked at Cale’s right hand—the one that had been holding the glass.Blood was dripping from the palm, bright red against the pale skin. A shard of glass was embedded near th

130: The Thaw

The motel room smelled of stale smoke and impending disaster.Elion was pacing the small strip of carpet between the bed and the door, his phone pressed to his ear. He was trying to get a signal, trying to check the fallout from his viral video, but the reception in the concrete block was nonexistent."Come on," Elion hissed, shaking the phone. "Load. Just load."A sound from the bed made him stop.It wasn't a word. It was a sharp, sucking intake of breath through clenched teeth.Elion turned.Cale was lying on top of the covers, still in his boxers. His body was rigid, his back arched slightly off the mattress. His hands were gripping the sheets, not with the clumsy numbness of yesterday, but with a white-knuckled ferocity."Cale?" Elion stepped closer. "What is it? The leg?""The air," Cale gasped."The air?""It's... sharp."Cale squeezed his eyes shut. A tremor ran through his entire frame, starting at his shoulders and shuddering down to his broken leg."It burns," Cale whispered

131: The Artist's Ghost

The freight elevator rattled like a cage of bones.It was a slow, grinding ascent to the fourth floor of the converted warehouse. The metal mesh walls shook with every rotation of the gears, sending vibrations through the floor that made Cale clinch his jaw until his teeth squeaked.Elion stood in the corner, keeping his body between Cale and the metal wall, acting as a human shock absorber."We're almost there," Elion whispered, watching the floor numbers painted on the shaft wall slide by. "Two. Three.""The vibration," Cale hissed, his eyes squeezed shut. "It feels like... drilling. Into the spine.""I know. Bend your knees. Don't lock them.""My knees are shaking too much to lock."The elevator shuddered to a halt. CLANG.Elion pulled the gate open. The sound of metal on metal was a screech that made Cale flinch violently, shrinking into his oversized grey cardigan."Sorry," Elion murmured. "Industrial charm."He stepped out into the hallway. It was dark, smelling of turpentine an

...

11 12 13 14 15

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP