บททั้งหมดของ From Best Friend To Fiancé : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Chapter 151: You're Truly Miserable “She what?” Roman’s voice shot through the room, sharp and shocked. “I’m telling you, Roman.” I paced the bedroom like a caged animal, fury burning through every vein. “Penny walked right into that room and told everyone you were married to her sister before me. Just like that. Like she was reading from a goddamn press release. Like she was announcing the goddamn weather. You should’ve seen her face, the arrogance in her tone. She wanted to humiliate me.”Roman just sat there on the edge of the bed, hands fisted so tight the veins along his forearms looked ready to burst. His jaw ticked. That small, silent twitch that meant he was about to explode. “She did it on purpose.” I spat. “She wanted to ruin the day, and she did. Everyone just stood there, Roman. No one said a thing. Her words hung in the air like a bad smell that refused to go away. Even after she left.”Roman’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening into something lethal. His fists cl

Chapter 153: We're Crazy Savannah “Reese?! You’re bringing Reese back to this house?” My voice cracked against the bathroom tiles before the echo even faded. “Are you out of your mind, Roman? Your brother is a psychopath.”Roman stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame like the weight of the world was pressing into his shoulders. His shirt was half undone, his tie loose, his eyes tired in that way that made me want to both slap him and hold him.He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry, Sav. But he’s the only one I know who can break Penny down.”I let out a disbelieving laugh, ripping my towel off. “Of course. Everything’s about getting back at Penny, isn’t it?” I tossed the towel aside and twisted the shower handle. Hot water burst from the showerhead, filling the bathroom with steam. “You could’ve done something—literally anything—else, Roman.”He sighed. “Baby, come on. She's definitely going to play the ‘defenseless woman’ card. And I'm never gonna get out of it

Chapter 155: You Heard MeSavannah I should’ve known better than to think Reese would obey even the simplest boundaries. The man didn’t understand the meaning of restraint. I’d told him to stay out of my way, to give me space, to not even look at me if he valued peace in this house. But of course, here he was, leaning against the kitchen counter like some smug statue, just watching me make breakfast.His eyes were fixed on me as if I were some damn puzzle he needed to solve. I could feel the weight of his stare even before I turned.“Cut that out, asshole,” I snapped, spreading butter over bread with more force than necessary. “Stop looking at me. You’re making me uncomfortable.”He didn’t even look away. Just smiled. “Your eyes are blue,” he said casually, like we were talking about the weather.I froze for a second before glaring over my shoulder. “No, they’re not. They’re grey.”“No,” he said, tilting his head, still studying me. “They’re blue. Just so light you think they’re grey

Chapter 157: She's All Yours Roman Reese sat across from me like he owned the damn place. One leg casually crossed over the other, sandwich in hand—my sandwich—and that same boyish grin stretched across his face. That grin always irritated me. He wore it all the time like nothing in this world could ever touch him. Like nothing could ever rile him up. “So let me get this straight,” he began, chewing lazily. “Penny said she’d fuck you up, so now I’m supposed to fuck her up—until she loses everything? Her sanity, her career, maybe her mind? Just making sure I got the mission brief right.”He said it like it was a joke, like the whole thing was amusing.I’d replayed this scenario a thousand times in my head before he even showed up. The fallout with Savannah earlier had made me question whether this was a good idea. Bringing Reese anywhere near her was like handing a pyromaniac a can of gasoline. But Savannah… she insisted earlier in the kitchen. She’s headstrong that way. She wanted

Chapter 159: Reese KnewSavannah I gripped the paper bag containing the pregnancy test strips tighter against my chest as if it were some forbidden object I wasn’t supposed to be seen with. The air outside felt heavier than usual, or maybe it was just me—weighted with nerves, with the possibility that something inside this tiny bag could change everything.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that there was even a chance I could be pregnant. Not entirely, anyway. Maybe my period had just been delayed because of stress. That was reasonable enough. I’d been drowning in stress lately—emotionally, mentally—so maybe this was just my body’s way of waving a white flag.Yes. It had to be that.Clinging to that fragile thread of hope, I opened the driver’s door, still clutching the paper bag like it was my last secret on earth.Lizzie was already inside the car, grumbling as she scrolled through her phone. She’d been in a mood since earlier, ever since we stopped by the house to pick