All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Chapter 202: He's Not Bluffing Savannah Roman didn’t cower, even with a gun pointed straight at his chest.Paula’s hands were trembling so violently the weapon clicked against her rings, but the fury in her eyes didn’t waver.“Don’t speak!” she shouted, her voice cracking under pressure. “I told you to leave! I told you to get out of my house! But you—” She swallowed hard. “You just wouldn’t listen! You decided to cause trouble.” I stood frozen behind Roman, my breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and my throat. His body blocked mine completely, solid and big like a wall built for moments exactly like this.“Paula,” I tried, my voice small. “Let’s calm down—”“Shut up!” she shrieked, jerking the gun in my direction. “Just shut up!”Chloe whimpered beside her, torn between panic and disbelief. Her hands hovered helplessly above Paula’s shoulders as if she wasn’t sure touching her would make things better or worse.But before I could blink again, the world lurched. Roman moved f

Chapter 204: Who Is He?Savannah The drive to the address Chloe had given us felt longer than it was. By the time we pulled up to the building, every single expectation I’d formed about Zane’s new life was confirmed. Chloe’s directions had led us to a squat concrete building wedged between a liquor store and an antique shop. The weak neon sign flickered in broad daylight like it was gasping for its last breath. And there was a peeling poster which slapped against the wall with every gust of wind. A motorcycle leaned against the wall, its paint chipped and its owner clearly unbothered. The whole area felt like the kind of place where bad decisions were made… and worse ones were bought.“Are you sure you don’t want to sit back and let me handle this?” Roman asked quietly, his voice low enough to blend into the hum of the engine.“No.” I unbuckled my seat belt and reached for the door. “Let’s get this over with and go home.”He hesitated. I could see the fight forming in his jaw, but

Chapter 206: It's Pointless Savannah Roman hasn’t said a word since we left Paula’s brother’s house, but the anger sits on him like a second skin. It's tight, sharp and suffocating. His jaw is locked so hard I’m convinced he’s a few seconds away from cracking a tooth, and his hand around mine… God. His grip is painful. It’s firm in a way that tells me he’s barely holding himself together. I slowly pull my hand away. And it's as if he doesn't notice because he doesn't turn, still deep in thought. And honestly? I’m suddenly afraid for Paula. And for whatever Roman plans to do to her next. Paula was a hardened criminal who wouldn't give up the real name of ‘The Medicine Man’ without intense pressure. The car hums quietly as Alonzo drives us through the streets, but the silence in the backseat feels explosive. I inch closer, my palm sliding onto Roman’s thigh, giving it the slightest squeeze.“Are you okay?” I ask softly. “You've been quiet ever since we left Zane’s shop.” It takes h

Chapter 208: You're Special, SavSavannah Flashback(20 years ago)I still remember the summer I turned ten—the one that always sits like a bruise under my skin when I think about my childhood. Everyone else swears it was one of our “happiest” family summers, a golden memory, a picture-perfect era of cookouts and sunshine and music. But when I look back, all I can see is the way the sunlight burned too hot, the way the laughter felt like it was happening through a wall, and the way my father’s hand had left a sting on my cheek that my mother would pretend not to notice all day. That afternoon, the backyard was full. Not just full—stuffed. Bodies everywhere. Aunts, uncles, cousins, neighborhood friends. The kind of crowd where everyone is too distracted to notice anything smaller than an explosion. Which was me. Alyssa had set up her ridiculous “teen tent” under the oak tree. I had my own makeshift “fort” beside her, but I wasn’t really playing. I sat on the grass, hugging my legs, s

Chapter 210: Revenge For What? Savannah For the second time today, every pair of eyes in the room locked on me. But for the first time, I didn’t shrink back. I didn’t recoil like their stares were drawn swords pointed at my throat.I stepped forward.“Revenge for what?” My voice didn’t tremble. “And you said it was part of the plan. What plan?”Paula’s eyes flicked up from beneath her lashes—calculating, hollow, terrified in a way she was trying very hard not to show. Her hands were shaking, but her tone was flat when she spoke.“He said Chloe’s father hurt his daughter for years,” she said. “He wanted to get back at him. He always wanted revenge for his daughter. That was why he reached out to me.”Her voice cracked on the last word, and she took a long breath before continuing. “He told me he had things planned. A lot of things. But the first step was Chloe.”She dropped her head as she spoke the last part. “I don’t know all the details. He’s the only one who knows everything. But