บททั้งหมดของ From Best Friend To Fiancé : บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Chapter 221: The Wrong TrunkReeseRoman rarely looks afraid. He’s the one who laughs at danger, who smirks in the face of chaos, who doesn’t flinch when The General raises hell. But right now, the way he’s staring at me like he’s waiting to hear the verdict that might shatter the floor beneath him… yeah.He’s scared. But not of our father. He's scared because he suspects I murdered Serena. Or had something to do with her death. “Reese,” he says, voice low, tight. “What do you mean by that?”I swallow, my throat already burning. “I knew her,” I whisper. “I met Serena Matthews. But I didn’t know what she was. Not until she died.”Roman leaned forward, impatient. “Where? How? When did you—just talk, dammit!”“I am talking!” I snap, louder than I intended. “I’m saying something, aren’t I?!”“Well get on with it then!”“For fuck’s sake!” I drag both hands through my hair, pacing. “You’re driving me fucking nuts, Roman!”He shuts up, but his eyes don’t leave me. Paula sits still—too still

Chapter 223: Play Fair Roman Each step up the stairs felt like I was hauling a hundred weights chained to my spine.Randall.The name pulsed behind my eyes like a warning light that refused to shut off. If that lanky, sociopathic bastard was the one manning the cameras, then I’d bet my life he’d already wiped every second of footage that put Serena Matthews anywhere near those grounds. Randall didn’t just clean messes. He erased truths—especially the ones that inconvenienced our father.“Bloody son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath as my fingers curled around the handle of our bedroom door.I twisted it slowly, carefully, easing it open so the hinges wouldn’t creak. Savannah needed her sleep. God knew she needed it more than anyone right now. Paula was locked in the guest room where she’d stay and I had the key for a reason. Trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford anymore, and Paula had not earned it. Not fully.Chloe would sleep right where she was. That bus should be comfortabl

Chapter 225: As You Wish ReeseRoman and his fiancée were already on the road to her hometown. If everything unfolded the way he planned, we’d be heading to Blackwood Manor within the next few days.Which meant I was going home. As promised to my brother, Alex.And technically, it also meant I would probably never see Elizabeth again.Maybe she’d come with us to the manor. Maybe not. Roman might change his mind after everything—after Serena, after the mess trailing behind us like smoke. But even if Elizabeth did come, it would be different. Controlled. Watched. I'm sure Roman would send her away before things even began going wrong.So yes—as the selfish bastard that I am—I decided to take what she’d been offering me so freely.Just once.I lifted my hand and knocked on her door.“Reese?” Her voice floated through the wood, soft and surprised. “Is that you?”“Open up, Elizabeth,” I said quietly. “It’s me.”“Give me a second.”I heard her footsteps, light and hurried, then the click o

Chapter 227: This Ends Today Savannah “Hi, Mom.”The word mom still felt fragile in my mouth. Like glass. Like something that could shatter if I said it too loudly. I guess that's what years of trauma does to a person. She pulled me into a hug immediately, arms thin and trembling around my shoulders. I had to fight the instinct to brace her, afraid that if I leaned too hard, she might break in my arms. She was smaller than the last time I’d seen her. Frailer. I could literally feel her bones beneath the fabric of her sweater, her body light in a way that made something twist painfully in my chest.She pulled back just enough to look at me properly.“You look beautiful, sweetie.” Her hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks. Her eyes filled instantly. “You’re practically glowing.”I smiled, though my throat burned. I glanced around the driveway instinctively—just to be sure. Just us. Me, Mom, and Roman standing a step behind me, solid and steady like an anchor. The house loom

Chapter 229: A Filthy MistakeRoman “It’s a good thing we’re skipping introductions,” I said calmly, though every muscle in my body was locked tight. “You already know Paula. And that means you know exactly why she’s here. You know why we’re here.”Julius stood near the center of the living room like a man who still believed he owned the ground beneath his feet. His posture was stiff, his expression carefully blank. He’d perfected that look over decades—feigned confusion layered over arrogance.“I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” he said lightly. Too lightly. “Why are you all in my house?”I took a slow step forward.“You’ve been my father’s loyal dog for years,” I said. “You cleaned up his messes. Covered his crimes. Bent yourself into whatever shape he demanded. And in doing his bidding, Julius, you destroyed lives. You shattered families. You left scars that don’t fade. Scars people carry into the grave.”His eyes flicked around the room. He was counting.