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Chapter 161: Don't Act Innocent ReeseMy jaw flexed. “Come again?”She met my eyes, defiant. “Roman told me himself. Said you were screwing Dahlia behind his back. Said you were the one who got her pregnant.”She said it so casually, like she hadn’t just thrown a match into gasoline.Pregnant.I laughed once. “That’s cute. Roman’s rewriting history again. He's really losing it.”“Don’t play innocent.” Her voice trembled now, anger laced with something raw. “You were always in that house. Always with her. You looked at her like—”“Like what?” I cut in. “Like I cared about her? So that's a crime now? You think I’d touch my brother’s wife?”“Don’t act innocent,” she snapped. “You and Dahlia were close. Too close—”“So what?” I cut in, leaning closer. “You think that means I’d sleep with my brother’s wife? You think I’m that stupid?”She faltered, but only for a second. “Roman believes it. And honestly, I don’t blame him.”“So you'd believe the words of a man who is out to get you?” I mo

Chapter 163: Now, Let's Begin Third Person POVHer back hit the wall of her bedroom before she could take another breath as Reese took charge of the kiss. The cold surface bit through her wet trenchcoat, but his body heat instantly caged her in. One palm braced beside her head, the other slid down her side like he owned her—like her body was just an extension of his will.“You’re starting something, Penny” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “I hope you know what you're asking for.”She opened her mouth to retort, but the sharp drag of his fingers down to her hip made the words catch in her throat. Instead her lips parted, “isn't this why you're here? Why you're back in my life? Why not just get on with it?” “Don’t even think about stopping me,” he said, eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. “You know me.” She said, breathing heavily. His hand slowly reached out and tugged on the belt of her coat. Then slowly he dragged it off her body, throwing it to the ground. “You remember

Chapter 165: Not Even With Me?“How’s your mom doing?” Roman’s voice came from behind me, low and warm, rippling through the soft hiss of bathwater.I exhaled slowly, popping a small bubble that floated past my knee. “Paler,” I said quietly. “Weaker. And a lot thinner, too.”His arms circled me from behind, his body pressing against mine under the water. The solid weight of him grounded me. I leaned back against his chest, closing my eyes as the steam curled around us.“I’m so sorry, Sav.”I tilted my head up to look at him. His gaze softened, full of that same aching empathy I’d come to love and resent all at once. I smiled faintly. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides, she’s taking it better than I thought she would. Everyone is.”He brushed his thumb against my jaw. “I’ll make out a little time soon and go visit her at the hospital. I should’ve done that already.”“That’ll make her happy,” I murmured, a tiny warmth blooming in my chest. “Thank you.”He smiled back, the corners o

Chapter 167: Let's Be Practical Savannah “Roman, please look at me,” I whispered through my tears. My voice trembled, my chest tight, my world collapsing into the silence between us—before my very eyes. He didn’t. He just sat there—stone still, eyes fixed somewhere past me—as if I wasn’t even in the room. As if he couldn’t bear to look at me. And God, that cut deeper than anything he could’ve said.I reached out anyway, desperate, trembling, and caught his hand. I pressed it to my cheek, to my tears. “Please,” I begged, my throat burning. “Roman, please look at me.”Slowly—too slowly—he turned.His eyes were bloodshot, the red cutting through the green of them. He looked exhausted, hollow, and hurt. His hand twitched in mine, and it was then I realized he was shaking. Roman was trembling. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, low, and trembling with something that wasn’t quite anger—just pure pain. “You deceived me. I trusted you, Savannah.” He swallowed hard. “You used me.

Chapter 169: We'll Keep Trying Savannah Roman traced the curve of my hipbone with a fingertip. I shivered, but not from the cold. His gaze, dark and intent, held mine captive. "Missed this," he murmured. He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. "Missed you."A soft sigh escaped me. "Even after earlier?" I teased, my fingers threading into the short, dark silk of his hair."Especially after earlier. " His smile was a quick flash against my neck before his mouth found mine, slow and deep. It wasn't frantic, this need. It was a homecoming. The familiar taste of Roman, the solid weight of him settling over me, pressing me into the softness of our bed as the comforter bunched beneath me.His hands were everywhere, mapping territory they knew by heart yet rediscovering it each time. Strong fingers explored every part of my body. His touch on my breast wasn't just physical, it was a language of possession and reverence that made me arch against him. "God, Sav