Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Best Friend To Fiancé : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 31: Enjoying The View, Bestie? “There’s nothing in front of me, Roman,” I said, voice tight. His brow furrowed. “Then why does it feel like I did something wrong?” I leaned against the dresser, knuckles white on the edge. “You didn’t. You did exactly what I asked you to do.” He exhaled slowly. “Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t stutter. If anything, he looked... relieved. “We’re not kids anymore, Sav,” he said calmly. “This isn’t high schoo

Chapter 33: Money For Sex “What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing around, my heart pounding like a warning bell.Dean didn’t flinch. “Savannah was at the club with me, Chloe and her fiancé. After her special performance, Chloe left. Some drunk, handsy guy wouldn’t leave Sav alone. I stepped in. Turns out the asshole was armed. He came at me, but I handled it. I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there. She needs to make better choices next time.”The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I stumbled back slightly, the floor spinning beneath me.The previous night came rushing back—blurry and vivid all at once.The gentleman’s club. Dean’s slurred words. Chloe’s vicious setup. The look in his eyes when he offered me money. His hands on me. Roman’s arrival.The memory struck like a lightning bolt. My fists clenched. My head throbbed with a pulsing, familiar anger.Chloe was the first to break the silence. “Well? Aren’t you going to thank my fiancé fo

Chapter 35: Truths or Transfer “Get off me!” I thrashed around wildly on the bed. “Not a chance, Sav.” He held me down, “Not when you're officially a threat to my lineage.” “You betrayed me!” “I already told you, I was protecting you,” he said, slower this time. “Because if you knew what he had—what I saw—you’d never look me in the eye again.” “What?!” My heart thumped furiously. What could he possibly have on Roman? “When the time comes, you'll find out.” He answered as if he heard my thoughts. “Why won't you be open with me?!” I kicked my feet around. He pressed me down with his weight, getting behind me. The heat of his body seeping into mine through our clothes. His hot, rigid length was pressing into my ass. “Roman, stop… I'm being serious. Don't try to distract me.” I almost moaned at the end. “You started this,” he murmured in my ear, heat curling in his voice. “Let me go.” My protest was breathless, weak. “Say please.” “Roman—” “Say it.”

Chapter 37: Good Girl Savannah “We had sex,” I said flatly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat, shoving the memory into a locked corner of my mind.Roman’s smirk was slow and deliberate, like he could see through my mind. “Good girl.”It should have felt uncomfortable—him positioned this close, this intimate. But it didn’t. Not even a little.“Next clue?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the belt around my wrists.“Game over, Sav.” His voice was smug, final.My brows knit. “What? What do you mean ‘game over’?”He was still holding my thighs apart like he owned the right to. “I’ve dropped all the clues. You’re a smart girl—think.”That was it…? “Three clues?” I ran through them in my head, but the pieces didn’t fit. My brain scrambled to line them up, flipping through every hint he’d given.“Think harder.” His face dipped, his voice a low rumble against my skin. Then his mouth brushed my inner thigh, and my breath caught. “Can I really do that when we’re… in this posit

Chapter 39: Conspiracy Theories Another day, another stupid fucking event.Of everything I’ve ever had to endure, nothing tested my self-control more than watching Dean move around like the perfect doting fiancé to Chloe.A Bluetooth speaker played a mix of Motown and old rock hits—Marvin Gaye melting into The Rolling Stones then into ABBA before swerving to Tina Turner. Everyone was grooving. Ever so often, Aunt Thelma would sway to the beat while carrying another plate of burgers to the table. Alyssa was dancing and singing to the lyrics that obviously reminded her of her first boyfriend, Troy, who nicknamed her ‘Dancing Queen’ back in high school. I chuckled at that. That however didn't last long. Dean twirled Chloe and everyone gushed, switching attention immediately. I groaned for the millionth time since today, swallowing the contents of my can in one gulp. They always have to find a way to steal the spotlight. Fucking hell. Dean laughed at something Chloe whispered in hi