Chapter 5: What The Hell, Savannah!
“Here we go,” I muttered. Roman killed the engine then turned to me. “You ready?” “No.” He reached over. Took my hand. Tight, warm, grounding. “You’re not alone.” Then he slipped something onto my finger. An engagement ring. A giant engagement ring with a huge blue stone in the middle. I glanced at him and he had his usual cocky smile in place. “You forgot that crucial part of the story.” I gaped at the beauty that felt cold against my skin. “Holy shit. Where'd you get this?” I frantically searched around for a box of some sorts, but there was none. “Doesn't matter. What's important is we nail this and get back to Philly as soon as possible. Understood?” My throat tightened. I nodded once. We stepped out together. Roman came around to my side and placed his hand on my back, guiding me like a man who’d done it a thousand times. His sunglasses were off and his smirk was on. He was six foot three of silent chaos and tailored confidence now. They collectively gasped. Alyssa squealed, “God, he's hot!” Lizzy screeched, “He looks like a young Brendan Frasser!” Aunt Janice whispered, “Lord have mercy.” My mom blinked twice. “He’s… taller than I expected.” Chloe’s jaw clicked shut. The colour drained from her face entirely. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Roman stood by my side as I exchanged hugs and kisses with everyone I hadn't seen since last year. “Hi, everyone,” I said sweetly. “This is Roman Blackwood. My fiancé.” Roman extended his hand to my mother. “It’s so good to finally meet you, ma’am.” The ma’am did something to my mom as she looked flustered. “Please call me Flora.” She blushed. Chloe stepped forward, voice strained. “You didn’t say he was… him.” Roman tilted his head. “She didn’t say you were still this blonde.” The silence was loud. Am I missing something? Dean cleared his throat, with his hands stuck in his pockets and stepped forward. “It's good to see you again, Sav.” He said before pulling me into an unexpected hug. I broke free and took a few steps back to stand beside Roman. “Likewise.” His brown eyes looked at Roman and I intensely before he stretched forth a hand towards him, puffing out his chest a little. “Dean Archer, it's good to finally meet you. In the flesh.” He smirked. Roman's response wiped the cocky smirk off his face in seconds. “You're a lot smaller than I imagined.” Roman narrowed his eyes, sizing him up like a tiny specimen on display. Alyssa burst into laughter before pulling Roman into a hug. “Hi, I'm Alyssa. I'm Savannah's older sister.” She points to little Emily still standing beside mom. “And that's my daughter, Emily.” Roman smiled— like a real genuine smile. “It's good to finally meet you, Alyssa. You're a lot prettier in person. Sav has told me a lot of good things about you.” Alyssa blushed. He waved at a shy Emily who was clutching a stuffed unicorn. “Hi, Emily!” Roman hugged and made small talk with my aunties and so far, he was doing great. Very relaxed and convincing. Chloe stood by the side with her arms folded and her lips twisted in a frown. What's her problem? “Come, Roman. My husband's been dying to meet you.” Mom and Aunt Janice basically dragged Roman inside leaving me with Alyssa, Chloe and Dean. “I'll help you bring in your luggage.” Dean offered. “No, thanks. I can manage.” Chloe stepped in. “I'll help you. Alyssa's too clumsy to help anyway.” Alyssa laughed in response. Chloe stomped to the trunk of the car and instead of pulling out our suitcases like she was supposed to, she grabbed my hand— specifically the one wearing the engagement ring. She looked at hers before looking at mine with her mouth wide open. “How the hell do you get a bigger ring compared to mine?” She whined. “Are you being serious, Chlo?” “Like hell I am! You shouldn't have a bigger ring than the bride!” She stomped her foot. Dean stepped in. “Babe, it's not that serious. It's the thought that counts.” He whispered then placed a kiss on her lips. With his eyes on me. I looked away. “I don't care! It's a disaster! Sav doesn't even know the first thing about rings and yet she got the biggest one. Do something, Dean!” Her face was as red as beet and she looked like she'd cry any moment from now. “Oh, boy. I thought we were past this point.” Alyssa whispered. “Alright. If you want a bigger ring, then that's what you'll get. Give me a moment to speak with my jeweler and we'll work around something new.” Dean tried to appease her. Chloe bobbed her head up and down like a child. Her fiancé placed his phone on his ear and stepped away, no doubt to call the jeweler. “You’re not sixteen anymore, Chlo. We shouldn't be fighting over ring sizes.” Her nostrils flared. “Still as conceited as always, Sav?” “Chloe, enough.” Alyssa chided her. “Help her get the bags out of the trunk.” “Don't worry, I've got it.” Roman surfaced out of nowhere. I smiled and stepped back as he easily pulled the heavy bags out of the trunk. As Roman grabbed our bags from the trunk, Chloe hissed in my ear. “You’re seriously bringing him to my wedding?” I smiled, a little too bright. “You brought Dean.” “He's my husband, duh.” “That makes two of us then.” I followed Roman inside, hand in hand. Nothing much had changed around here. Well, except the fact that literally a hundred fashion magazines were scattered around the living room. All about wedding dresses. “Where's Dad?” I asked mom. “He's in a zoom meeting right now but I'll let you know when it's over.” “Okay, mom.” Chloe and her husband stepped into the room looking like the crime version of Ken and Barbie. A smile appeared on my face instantly. “Chloe, I got you a little pre-wedding present… Initially, I was confused on what to get you since you basically have everything.” I grinned wickedly. “Then I thought of something perfect.” Roman chuckled. Chloe's brows were drawn together. “What's that?” She asked, unsure. “Hold on. Let me fetch it right away.” In the middle of the living room, in the presence of my extended bloodline, I unzipped my suitcase and retrieved the wedding present of the century, wrapped in an elegant black box. I extended my hand and Chloe took the box, her earlier uncertainty dissipating. “Uh thanks… I didn't think of getting you anything.” She said absentmindedly, lowering herself to the height of the cherry wood table. Roman glanced at me, already knowing what was inside. I tried to hold in my laughter as she eagerly tore the box open. I started a mental countdown till chaos erupted. Three… Two… One… “What the hell, Savannah!”Chapter 93: Please Believe Me Flashback: 8 years ago. (TW: Mentions of sexual assault. Proceed with caution)Savannah “Mom!”My scream tore through the kitchen as I burst through the back door, the hinges rattling from the force. My throat burned from crying, but I couldn’t stop calling her. “Mom! Where are you? Mommy!”Every step was agony. My legs wobbled, my thighs rubbed against torn, stinging skin. The ache between them was unbearable, raw in a way I couldn’t make sense of. My chest heaved, lungs dragging in air that wouldn’t reach deep enough. My eyes itched, bloodshot, swollen from hours of tears.“Mom! Dad!” My voice cracked as I stumbled further inside, clutching the counter like I’d collapse if I let go. “Where is everybody?!”“Shhh! Savannah, keep your voice down.”The sound startled me. I whipped around, heart thudding painfully against my ribs.It was Alyssa.Her brows pinched together, lips pressed tight. “Why are you screaming like that? What happened?”Relief slamme
Chapter 92: Lying Is A Sin “Savannah, let’s not go there. Please.”I laughed, unamused and bitter. How typical. How predictable. That was what everyone did. They dodged, they squirmed, they built little walls of silence around the truth as if ignoring it long enough would scrub it clean. Or maybe magically make it reality. But the thing about silence is that it doesn’t erase. It festers. And if you’ve lived with a festering wound as long as I have, you learn to recognize the stink. You learn to live with it. Get used to it. Become it. “That’s just it, Uncle Jace,” I snapped, the words tearing out of me before I could cage them. “Why does everyone do this? You all push me to the edge, then you stand back and point to the pit like it’s my fault I fell in in the first place. Why can’t any of you—just once—admit what you did to me? Why can’t you fucking admit it, Uncle Jace?”The phone trembled in my sweaty grip. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the salt hit my lips.“You all m
Chapter 91: Everyone Loves You Savannah I hated cleaning. More than Chloe, more than Cassandra, more than every single person who had ever made it their life mission to chip away at me, I hated the feeling of wiping down someone else’s mess, even if that “someone” was just me and the dust bunnies under my couch.Two days after Roman dropped me off and helped carry my things in, that’s all I had been doing—cleaning, scrubbing, pretending that organizing clutter somehow organized the mess inside my head that finally occurred to me. For a vacation that lasted barely a week, my apartment had transformed into a disaster zone, as if the dust itself had thrown a rave party while I was gone. Dishes I swore I washed before leaving were suspiciously dirty, clothes I never wore were sprawled across my bed, and my bathroom mirror had developed a fine layer of filth that made me question if I even lived like a human being anymore.I was also thinking of adopting a pet. Maybe a kitten or a puppy
Chapter 90: Don't GoRomanI tossed the note into the fireplace on my way upstairs, watching it curl and blacken before the flames devoured it. I couldn’t risk Savannah seeing it. Not when I was already treading on ice with her.Each step up the staircase felt heavier than the last, dread clinging to me like a second skin. The house was suddenly quiet. Too quiet. I should’ve been relieved that Reese was gone, that he had finally thrown himself and his loudness out of my home like the brat he was, but instead the silence wrapped itself around my throat. And threatened not to let go. When I stopped in front of my bedroom, the air felt different. It was cold, and still. My instincts warned me to prepare for war from the girl upstairs. Jesus Christ. How pathetic was this? I was Roman Blackwood, and yet I stood hesitating at the door to my own bedroom, afraid of the storm waiting inside. Afraid of her.Savannah.She was my best friend. My fiancée. My anchor in this goddamn mess of a life
Chapter 89: Blackwood Manor RomanI should have known something was wrong the moment Reese claimed he had a migraine this morning.The bastard had faked the whole thing. A ridiculous little stunt just to buy himself more time. I should’ve seen it coming, because of course he would pull something like that. And now, thanks to him, my house has been invaded.My evil father and his harlot of a wife were here. Inside my walls. Breathing my air. Standing on my goddamn floor. And worse—they’d cornered Savannah while I was gone.I’d left for a run to warm-up a bit. Then I took the time to visit Penny before stopping by the store to get a few things for Savannah, including her pills. Reese knew exactly where I’d gone, and he knew I wasn’t giving him the option of staying much longer. He was supposed to be gone before I got back. Instead, I returned to find sleek black cars lined up outside my house like a funeral procession outside my house. The sight made my stomach twist, rage clawing at m
Chapter 88: Tell Them, Sav“You’re General Reginald Blackwood?” I repeated like a halfwit, the words tumbling out of me like I’d forgotten how to function. I must’ve looked like an idiot—eyes wide, lips parted, gawking at him. The man across from me inclined his head with the kind of firmness only a man who’d commanded thousands could muster. “I am,” he said smoothly. “So you do recognize me after all.”I nodded, my throat working but no words following. I was too stunned, too petrified, too caught off guard by the sheer weight of his presence. It was like every story I’d ever heard about powerful men had materialized and was now standing in front of me. When I finally managed to move, I gestured stiffly toward the living area. “Please… sit. Make yourself comfortable.”His cane was handed back to him by the young woman at his side. He gripped it with a steady hand, the way a soldier holds a weapon, and moved forward with a faint limp. So slight it could vanish if you weren’t watchin