All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 192: How Old Are You?ReeseI didn’t see Elizabeth for a few hours after Savannah and my brother left. Honestly, it was a relief. Yesterday morning I'd been so reckless and carried away that I nearly fucked her. Thank God I managed to stop myself. What was I even thinking? So I hid in the kitchen like a sensible adult man in survival mode, halfway through my bowl of cereal, when she finally walked in.She didn’t knock. Didn’t clear her throat. Didn’t glance around shyly like someone who’d almost had sex with a stranger in this very house a day ago.She just walked in—hair in a messy ponytail, glasses sliding down her nose, oversized shirt hanging dangerously off her shoulder—and asked one question. “Aren’t you going to say anything to me?”No greeting. No warm-up. Just a straight-up confrontation at ten in the morning.To be honest, I knew this moment was coming. Girls like her always do this thing—they treat a single makeout session like it’s fate. Suddenly we’re spirituall

Chapter 194: Where Is Your Brother?Savannah My stomach twisted so tightly I could barely breathe through it as we drove toward the address Cole had sent. Every street we passed, every red light we stopped at, every bump in the road made the dread in my chest thicken. I kept telling myself to calm down, but calm felt like some mythical creature I couldn’t touch anymore.Roman had bought a house by the beach in Capri. A gorgeous, huge thing—sun-washed walls, sleek lines, enough space for a big family vacation one day. I should’ve been excited. I should’ve at least been able to appreciate the effort, the intention, the sweetness behind it.But dread wrapped around my ribs and squeezed too hard for me to enjoy anything.The only moment I’d felt truly at peace was yesterday, while we were still in the air. Up there, with Roman beside me, it felt like it was just us suspended above the whole world. No worries. No threats. No Zane-shaped holes in the horizon. He’d made love to me until my

Chapter 196: This Shirt Is Expensive Savannah “Chloe?” The name slipped out of my mouth before I could tame the disbelief clawing up my throat.For weeks—maybe months—I’d secretly clung to the hunch that she might be alive. That perhaps she had staged her disappearance, that she wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. A dark, guilty part of me had even imagined finding her in a place exactly like this: a cheap, dingy apartment filled with lowlife criminals. But imagining something and seeing it were two different monsters entirely.My world tilted.Because there she was—my sister—sitting cross-legged on the bed like she hadn’t torn our family apart piece by piece.She smirked. “Hello, Sav.”My breath caught in my chest. “You’re alive. You’re—Chloe, you’re alive.”She rolled her eyes like I’d just told her the sky was blue. Her arms folded across her chest, her posture annoyingly nonchalant. She wore a fitted white top and dark blue skinny jeans. Nothing about her was disheveled or distre

Chapter 198: We're All Different Savannah For a long, suffocating moment after the words left my mouth, silence pressed in from every corner of the apartment. It was the kind of silence that made your ears ring, made your own heartbeat sound like a hammer inside your skull. Chloe stood rigidly beside Paula, her arms crossed tight across her chest as if holding herself together. I stood across from her, Roman hovering protectively behind me, one hand lightly at my back, as if anticipating that I might break or collapse.I took a shaky step toward my sister and Roman’s grip tightened instantly. “Sav, no,” he warned softly.But I ignored him. I had to. There were some distances only I could cross.I took another step toward my sister, even though my knees felt like they were made of water. “Chloe,” I whispered, voice barely steady, “listen to me…”She turned away sharply, wiping a tear with a quick, angry swipe. “No. I don’t want to listen. You’re only going to lie again. That’s all y

Chapter 200: You Need Help Savannah For a moment, none of us moved. No one breathed. No one blinked. And then, unexpectedly Roman let out a sharp, incredulous laugh—the kind that sounded almost painful.“Remember when you said my side of the family was worse?” he asked, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah. I don’t think so anymore.”I shot him a look but he only grinned wider. I tore my gaze away from him because if I focused on anything other than the chaos unraveling in front of me, I’d lose my mind.“That’s not true,” I murmured, mostly to myself. “That’s impossible… What about Dean?” His name was the first that flew out of my mouth, but it didn’t matter. I just needed something—anything—to make sense.Chloe shrugged, her face annoyingly calm. “Fuck him,” she said flatly. “I never liked him.”I blinked twice. “What? Chloe, you literally made out with him. I saw you. You were even having sex with him!” My voice rose without my permission.Chloe stiffened at the reminder—barel