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We Can’t Keep Doing This
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From Best Friend To Fiancé I Love You, Sav
Chapter 107: I Love You, SavSavannah Present.Fear. Satisfaction. Anger. Gratitude. They all collided inside me, crushing against one another until I couldn’t tell which emotion was heavier, or which one I was supposed to feel first. I only knew my chest ached with the weight of them all. He had killed a man because of what he did to me. Not yesterday. Not last week. But years ago. And he stood here now, confessing it to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.“Now you understand why I would never apologize for killing him,” Roman said, voice steady, unwavering. His gaze cut through me, daring me to flinch. “He deserved it, Sav.”The words crawled into my bones. My lips parted, but the answer wouldn’t come. Because what could I say? That I was horrified? That I was relieved? That part of me wanted to recoil but another part wanted to cling to him for never letting that man get away with it?I remembered the hand on me. The excruciating pain. The filthy words. The smirk.
From Best Friend To Fiancé Daddy’s Dirty Jobs
Chapter 106: Daddy's Dirty JobsRoman Flashback I had his head in my grip, gloved fingers twisted into greasy hair, pulling until his neck strained back and his eyes rolled toward the ceiling like some cornered rat desperate for escape. His breath came foul and hot against my wrist. I leaned in, voice low, steady, deliberate. “What dealings do you have with my father?”The bastard smirked even through the pressure on his scalp, spittle wetting his lips. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? Since you’re so eager to do daddy’s dirty jobs, why not ask him what this one’s for?”My fist moved before thought could catch up. The crack of bone against bone echoed through the room, sharp as breaking glass, and his head snapped to the side. My pulse thundered. What in hell could my father of all people have ever wanted with him? Out of the billions of men in the world, why would my father touch filth like this?“I don’t give a damn about whatever business you had with him,” I said, shoving his he
From Best Friend To Fiancé Why Do I Face Execution?
Chapter 105: Why Do I Face Execution?RomanI felt it the second her body stiffened in my arms. The shift was small, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but to me it was deafening. Her heartbeat thudded against my chest like a trapped bird desperate to break free. The rhythm was frantic, uneven, betraying everything her lips wouldn’t say out loud.Savannah was scared. Of me. Of what I'd just told her. And she had every right to be.I had disappeared without a word, then returned with blood under my nails and a dead body that I created. If I had told her the truth from the beginning—if I confessed that I would be gone because I was going to hunt down her abuser, staining my hands with his blood—she’d run. She would look at me with the same haunted terror I’d seen once before in her eyes, the night she told me everything about him. About what had been done to her.That’s why I didn’t tell her.She didn’t belong in this world. My father’s world. Mine. Ours.Her innocence, her softness,
From Best Friend To Fiancé This Is My Space
Chapter 104: This Is My SpaceI probably needed a good trim. My hair was almost brushing the tops of my breasts now, a length that told me just how long I’d neglected myself. In the mirror, the truth stared back at me. Red-rimmed eyes, smudgy eye bags, lips cracked and dry, cheekbones cutting sharp under sallow skin. I looked like someone who’d crawled out of a gutter. A junkie clutching her fix.The pill.It sat in my open palm, white and tiny. My other hand held a glass of water, beads of condensation slicking my fingers. The decision should have been simple. It had been simple every other time for a while now. But tonight, my hand trembled.I glanced down at my stomach, palm splaying over flat skin as though I could conjure something—life, possibility. What if? What if Roman’s baby was already there? My baby.I let out a humorless laugh at myself. Who was I kidding? Magic didn’t exist. Pills didn’t just stop working because you wanted them to. I’d been on them for years. If I wante
From Best Friend To Fiancé We Can’t Keep Doing This
Chapter 103: We Can't Keep Doing This The silence after our fight didn’t last. It couldn’t. The air between us was combustible, every breath another spark.I was still trembling, still hearing the echo of my own slap against his face, still reeling from the venom in his voice when everything inside me snapped. Not in fear. Not in flight. But in raw hunger.I hated him. I wanted him. I wanted him like oxygen, like the only thing that could stop me from drowning. Or combustion. Or going insane. Roman must’ve seen it in my eyes, because the moment I took one step toward him, he was on me.Literally.His mouth crushed mine, savage and rough, all raw passion and heat. There was nothing sweet, nothing tender — just raw possession, just anger twisted into lust. My body arched into his before I could stop it, fingers clawing at his shirt, ripping buttons loose like they were shackles I needed gone.“Fuck,” I gasped against his lips, because that was all I could manage before he spun me, cag
From Best Friend To Fiancé Courthouse Paperwork Is Polite
Chapter 102: Courthouse Paperwork Is Polite His words were a grenade. Heat slammed into me in a way I did not want. I could feel the electrical charge curve in my limbs—my muscles tightened, blood punched my ears, heat pooled where it should not. A traitorous, animal reaction tightened across my skin and pooled low in my belly.No. No. No. This is not what this is. My brain screamed. I had to remind myself what had happened. This man—this man—had taken someone’s life. He had arranged pain. He had given himself the license to end a life and call it devotion.And yet my body answered with the most humiliating trait—want. The wrongness of it was immediate and corrosive. I could almost hear the shame ooze from my pores.I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes until stars flashed. For a moment I couldn’t tell which sensation belonged to which truth. The physical coil of attraction I'd once known—warm, dangerous—or the well of dread that had nested where trust should be.For a wild, loa
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