All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 182: The Blonde Blackwood Roman I watched my brother’s face shift. Surprise first. Then confusion. Then shock. Then, finally—realization. A slow, dawning awareness creeping across his features like rot spreading under the skin.“You’ve been deceived,” Reese said with a rough, humorless chuckle. Like the situation was so absurd, so twisted that he couldn't help but laugh. “Let me guess—you’re the one feeding these nasty stories to Savannah? You really are dumber than I thought. You let an old cunning man deceive you with what? Doctored texts? A burner phone? Are you that gullible, or were you just desperate to shift the blame to someone else?”“You can spin whatever narrative you want, Reese,” I hissed. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I know what I saw in that cellphone. I know the messages I read. You’re not talking your way out of this one.”“Oh really?” he asked, leaning back against the counter, smug. Like he was the only sane one i

Chapter 184: Where Are The Tapes?Reese The kitchen was warm in that quiet, late-night way that felt unreal. The kind of warmth that only comes when the house is sleeping and the world outside is black and still. The cake baked slowly in the oven. The overhead light cast a soft yellow glow that made the flour particles floating in the air look like dust motes dancing. The scent of vanilla, sugar and freshly baked cake lingered between us. Almost comforting.Roman had barely spoken through most of the baking. His movements were automatic and slow. Scoop. Level. Pour. Stir. He looked like a man who was trying not to think but failing miserably. His jaw clenched when something crossed his mind. His shoulders tightened and released. His breathing was just a little too careful, like he was holding himself together with thread.I watched him in small glances. I did not press him with questions. I did not poke at wounds that were already bleeding. I knew grief when I saw it. The raw kind. T

Chapter 186: Try And Stop Me Third Person POV Reese stepped out, his broad shoulders still glistening with droplets of water, the white towel slung low around his hips doing little to hide the thick outline of his dick beneath. His damp hair was slicked back from the shower. He exhaled slowly, the tension in his muscles easing—until his gaze landed on Elizabeth.“Damn it.” He hissed under his breath. “I thought I told you to leave.” She stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed beneath her breasts, her nightgown was still clinging to her curves in a way that made it painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples, the way her breath hitched when their eyes met. Her jaw was set, her lips pressed into a stubborn line as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. But there was a flicker in her gaze—something hotter than defiance."Why are you still here?" Reese said, his voice rough, the low timbre of it

Chapter 188: Birthday GirlSavannah My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Savannah.”The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately. Roman was sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart-shaped cake, a single candle flickering weakly.I blinked, groggy and confused. “Oh, fuck. I’m thirty.” My palm hit my forehead. “I actually forgot it was today.”He smiled — that calm, teasing smile that made it impossible to be embarrassed around him. “Good thing I remembered, baby.”He extended the cake toward me. “Come on, my love. Blow the candle before the wax ruins my masterpiece.”My heart squeezed a little. I sat up, brushed my hair off my face, and leaned in. He held my hair back gently, his fingers brushing the nape of my neck.I closed my eyes, made a quick wish—please let this h

Chapter 190: Do Not Disturb Savannah I’ve always hated packing, so Roman doing it for our Italy trip feels like divine intervention. I swear someone up there took pity on me and sent me a man who’s good at literally everything I’m not. “You sure you’ve got everything you need?” Reese asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded.I nod—even though we both know I wasn’t the one responsible for gathering anything. I’m already in the car with a bottle of water while Roman handles the luggage like the competent adult he is.Reese straightens when he sees me approaching. I stop right in front of him.“I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with the tests,” I say softly. “That was very kind of you. So… thank you, Reese.”“Make me two sandwiches and we’re even,” he replies, pretending to be serious.I smile and give him a quick hug. He goes completely still, shocked, and before he can react, I rise on my toes and peck him on the cheek.He freezes. His whole body goes sti