Todos los capítulos de Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The library was a tomb of shadows and expensive leather.Outside, the storm battered the mansion with the fury of a scorned god. Rain lashed against the tall, leaded windows like gravel. Thunder shook the floorboards every few minutes, a deep, resonant boom that vibrated in Elion’s chest.Inside, the emergency lights cast a sickly orange glow over the huddled survivors of Love Chase.Elion sat on the floor, his back against the side of the fireplace. Cale’s head was resting on his lap.Cale was burning up.Through the thin fabric of his black t-shirt, Elion could feel the heat radiating from Cale’s skin. His breathing was shallow, hitched with pain. The blue cast on his leg looked ominous in the dim light, a heavy anchor dragging him down."He needs antibiotics," Lysander said.Lysander was standing over them. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, looking like a politician rolling up his sleeves to solve a crisis. He held a bottle of water and a first aid kit he

The automatic doors of the Emergency Room slid open with a hiss of pneumatic pressure.Elion jogged alongside the gurney, his hand gripping the metal rail so tight his knuckles were white. The noise of the hospital was a wall of sound—phones ringing, nurses shouting, the rhythmic beep-beep-beep of monitors—that hit them like a physical blow.Cale lay on the stretcher. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of grey pain. The makeshift splint on his leg was soaked through with rain and mud."Trauma One!" a triage nurse shouted, pointing down the hall. "What have we got?""Male, late twenties," the flight medic recited, reading off a chart. "Fall from height. Approx twenty feet. Compound fracture, left tibia. Possible concussion. BP is... weird. 90 over 40. Pulse is bradycardic at 42."The nurse stopped writing. She looked at Cale."42?" she asked. "Is he an athlete?""He's a swimmer," Elion cut in breathlessly. "Distance. Cold water. His resting heart rate is always low."The nurse looke

The ambulance ride back to the mansion was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaotic flight out.Elion sat on the bench seat, watching Cale. The painkillers the hospital had forced on him—despite his protests—had finally taken the edge off. Cale’s eyes were half-closed, his breathing steady, though his hand still gripped the safety rail with white-knuckled intensity."We're here," the driver announced, slowing down.Elion looked out the window. The iron gates of the estate loomed in the headlights. Beyond them, the driveway was lined with production vans, news trucks, and a small army of paparazzi that Mira had undoubtedly tipped off."Showtime," Elion murmured.Cale stirred. He tried to sit up, wincing as the movement jarred his cast."Cameras?" Cale asked, his voice rough."Everywhere," Elion said. "Mira turned your broken leg into a national event. You're not just a contestant anymore, Cale. You're a martyr.""I dislike martyrs," Cale grumbled. "They usually end up dead.""Well, try t

The Game Room was the only place in the mansion without windows. It was a bunker of neon lights, billiard tables, and arcade machines that blinked incessantly in the gloom.Elion walked in, carrying a bag of ice for Cale’s leg. He wasn't looking for trouble. He was just looking for the industrial ice machine behind the bar."Doc," a voice called out from the shadows of the Pac-Man machine. "Just the man I wanted to see."Elion sighed. He didn't stop walking."I'm busy, Kieran. If you want to talk about your edit, call your agent.""I'm not worried about my edit," Kieran said, stepping into the neon light. He was holding a small digital recorder—the kind production assistants used for logging transcripts. "I'm worried about yours."Elion paused at the ice machine. He scooped cubes into the bag."What do you want?""I want to play you a song," Kieran said. "It's a hit. Very avant-garde."He pressed play.Static hissed through the small speaker. Then, voices. Clear. Unmistakable."You fl

The Grand Ballroom smelled of floor wax and expensive perfume.Mira Kovari stood in the center of the polished parquet floor, clapping her hands for attention. Behind her, a string quartet was tuning their instruments, creating a discordant, screeching harmony that set Elion’s teeth on edge."Dancing!" Mira shouted, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire! It is trust in motion! Today, you will learn the Waltz. The dance of kings! The dance of lovers!"She pointed a manicured finger at the corner."And because our resident hero is... structurally compromised," she gestured to Cale in his wheelchair, "we have brought in a professional partner for Elion. Meet Julian."A man stepped forward. He was tall, lithe, and wearing a tight black shirt that showed off every muscle in his torso. He moved like liquid."Hello," Julian said, flashing a smile that was all teeth and charm.Elion looked at Cale.Cale was sitting in the shadows, his