All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The tap was dripping behind us in the kitchen. I must’ve not turned it off properly. The sound filled the silence like a metronome for everything neither of us was saying at the moment. Roman hadn’t spoken again since he told me about the curse, and strangely, I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to take his time—whatever time he needed. No rush. No pressure.Because honestly, I didn’t even know where to begin.A curse? It sounded like something ripped from an old fairy tale or one of those ridiculous documentaries about haunted families. It made no sense. I didn’t believe in curses. I never had. There had to be a reason behind all this—something logical, something explainable. Curses don’t just appear out of nowhere, choosing a single bloodline to torment. And then have a loophole in the long run. If this so-called curse was real, then Emily shouldn’t exist. She’s five. She laughs like a bell, cries like she means it, and lives like she has no idea the world ever held darkness. Her bi

By morning, my suspicion had hardened into certainty. It was him. It was always the General.Every piece fit now. The paranoia, the lies, the sudden need to see, the fake illness that Reese spoke about. He wasn’t sick—he was just setting the stage. Pretending to be frail so we’d come running. So he could get us both in one place.His delusion had reached a point where he believed I was pregnant. And if I had been… if there was truly a life inside me… he would’ve harmed me. Harmed his own grandchild.That realization made my stomach twist.I didn’t know what was worse—his madness, or the fact that none of his children had seen it. How could a family full of powerful, intelligent people have missed the truth right under their noses? The signs were there all along. Maybe they were all blind. Or maybe they were just afraid to open their eyes.A soft weight on my chest shifted, and I blinked, startled out of my thoughts. They still churned in my mind like a storm, but then Roman stirred ag

Savannah We had breakfast closer to noon, though “breakfast” might be too generous considering the morning we’d had. I could barely stand without wincing. My thighs ached, and my throat was raw from moaning his name into the sheets. Still, I felt light—like the air around us had cleared and all that was left was this heavy, dizzying sort of happiness.Roman was behind me, his chest pressed against my back as I moved around the kitchen, pretending to look for something to cook. His arms circled my waist, holding me in place, his head resting lazily on the curve of my neck.“You’re going to cause me to burn myself if you keep holding me like that,” I warned, laughing softly as he nuzzled into my shoulder.His voice came low and smug. “It’s not gonna be on me, my love. Let me just order takeout. We can get back in bed.”I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”He ground his hips into me, slow and enticing, and I felt the hard outline of him through his sweats. “I’m still burning for you

By the time I got home, the first thing I saw was a large black box sitting on my bed like it had been waiting for me all day. My heart immediately picked up speed. I dropped my purse on the floor without caring where it landed and hurried toward it, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips.The box was elegant—thick matte paper, tied with a ribbon that gleamed faintly under the bedroom light. A white envelope sat on top, Roman’s handwriting etched across it in that confident, deliberate scrawl I’d know anywhere.“I’ve imagined you wearing this. But just like every imagination of you, reality will be much more breathtaking. See you at 8, my love.”A laugh escaped me, half giggle, half sigh. I pressed the card against my chest for a second, feeling giddy warmth bloom inside me. It wasn’t just the note—it was the thought behind it. The precision. The intention. He didn’t just send gifts, he crafted moments.I pulled at the ribbon until it slid loose, and then lifted the lid with both

“Look! Isn’t it beautiful?” I held out my hand for Alyssa and Lizzie to see, unable to stop smiling. The ring sparkled even in broad daylight — a soft, clear glow that almost didn’t belong in such a sterile place as this. Lizzie gasped like I’d handed her a meteor. “Holy shit, Savannah. It’s huge!” She grabbed my hand and turned it toward the light, squinting dramatically. “Wait—hold on. Did you lose the other one? Why did he get you a new one?”“My thoughts exactly,” Alyssa said, leaning in for a closer look. “This is gorgeous, Sav. But what happened to the one you used to wear? That was pretty too. Please don't tell me you lost it.”I froze for a second. They didn’t know. None of them did.The first ring, the staged proposal, the whole fake engagement—those were things I’d neatly packed away in the past, buried under everything that had changed between Roman and me. The story was ours now—private, imperfect, and sacred in the way only something real and hard-won could be.And I had