Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Best Friend To Fiancé : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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. Or maybe I'll opt for a hamste

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 slammed into me, so heavy I nearly fe

Present Savannah It is done…The words echo inside me even though I never said them out loud. I told Roman everything. Not just fragments, not the carefully edited pieces I’ve been giving him these past week. No. I laid it bare, all of it, every ugly corner. Everything he overheard from Uncle Jace, everything I had sworn to bury deep and never unearth.The cat is finally out of the bag.What’s the worst that could happen now anyway? He recoils from me? Keeps me at arm’s length? Treats me like something broken, untouchable? Or worse—he tracks down Asher Kingston and puts a bullet between his eyes for what he did to me so many years ago.Roman sits on the couch, fists balled so tight his knuckles turn white. They rest against his knees like anchors. A thick vein pulses across his temple, standing out like it’s about to burst, showing his anger. His eyes are locked on the floor, but the fury radiating off him is enough to make the air thick, hot, and difficult to breathe.He looks enra

“Are you out of your mind, Roman? You can’t just go around playing executioner. That’s my fucking family you're trying to murder.” My voice cracked, sharper than I intended. The first-aid kit on my lap rattled as I shoved gauze and antiseptic back into it, my fingers trembling. “It was a long time ago. Let it go.”“Let it go?” he echoed, his tone razor-thin, like he couldn’t believe the words had left my mouth. His eyes burned into me, lit with something between outrage and disbelief. “Savannah… are you the one who’s lost your mind?”I pressed my lips together, forcing a brittle smile. “You can’t answer a question with another question, Roman.” My tone was light, almost teasing, though the air between us was anything but that. I snapped the lid of the box shut and rose to my feet. “I asked first. So answer me first.”But he was faster.Roman’s hands clamped down on my shoulders, not harsh but firm enough to jolt me. He gave me a shake, the kind of shake that begged for me to wake up f

My back hit the door, his body pinning mine. The kiss was raw, weeks of hunger pressed into one clash of teeth and tongue. I melted against him, fingers gripping his shoulders, legs trembling already.“You like making me wait?” he rasped against my lips.“I couldn’t just—” My protest broke off into a gasp when his hand slid under my skirt. “Roman—”“Shh.” His mouth claimed my throat, biting, sucking, marking. “You’re mine now. For the rest of the day. I don’t care what strings I had to pull to get you here.”Heat shot through me at his words. I hated how much his possessiveness ignited something deep inside me, hated how much I wanted to give in.His hands squeezed my ass, making me gasp. “I've missed you so much. And damn, you're so beautiful.” “Roman, what if someone—”“No one comes in when my door’s locked.” His voice was sharp, final. “No one sees you like this but me.”His desk loomed behind him, wide and sleek, covered in files. Without warning, he lifted me by the thighs and s