All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Chapter 232: Stand Back Savannah There was a version of my life that existed before Roman.Sometimes, it felt like it belonged to someone else entirely. A girl who lived a life that was too easy. Who believed that life was permanent. Who thought love was soft and predictable and didn’t come with bloodstains you couldn’t scrub out no matter how hard you tried.Before Roman, my world was simple. Not perfect—but safe. I had never watched someone die. I had never smelled gunpowder or heard the deafening crack of a gunshot splitting the air. I didn’t know how heavy a weapon felt in your hands, how wrong it was to see one pointed at a human being and realize it only took a twitch of a finger to end a life.That sort of violence, back then, had been abstract. Something that happened to other people. Something on the news. Something distant.And then there was my life after Roman. After I fell in love with a man who seemed to carry death like a shadow behind him.Chaos followed us everywher

Chapter 234: Don't Come DownSavannah “You're pregnant?” “Are you pregnant?” The words collided in the air, spoken at the exact same moment by two different men, carrying two very different weights.Jace’s voice cracked, emotional and disbelieving.Julius’s was sharp, almost triumphant—like he’d just found another weapon to use against me.Every eye in the room turned toward me.The gun was still pointed. Blood was still pooling on the floor. Paula was still lying there, gasping weakly now, her breaths shallow and uneven. And yet somehow, this—this—was the moment everything hinged on.Chloe’s lips curved into a slow, poisonous smile. “What? You didn't tell uncle Jace that he's going to be a grand daddy soon?” I met her gaze and felt something dark coil in my chest. Rage. Fear. Defiance. I refused to give her the satisfaction of watching me break. “Yes,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m pregnant.”The silence that followed was heavy, crushing. Like the house itself was

Chapter 236: Drop The Gun Savannah The gun was heavier than I expected. Not just in weight, but in meaning—like the moment I wrapped my hands around it, something irreversible settled into my bones. My fingers trembled around the barrel as I lifted it, both palms slick with sweat, my arms shaking from more than fear. I had never held a gun before. Never imagined I would. And yet there I was, standing in the middle of a room soaked in blood and grief, pointing death at a man who had already lost everything.My eyes refused to leave Mom.She stood a few feet away, frozen, her face streaked with tears, her chest rising and falling like she was barely holding herself together. Julius knelt on the floor beside Chloe’s body, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking violently as he clutched her to him. Chloe—my sister—lay motionless, her blood dark against the marble, her limbs straightened in a way that made my stomach churn every time I looked at her.I wasn’t stupid enough to believe gr

Chapter 238: Where Is Roman?Savannah The world didn’t end all at once. At least not for me. It unraveled slowly, brutally, in pieces I couldn’t stop watching.Red and blue lights flooded the house, flashing against the walls, against the bodies, against the blood that no amount of sirens could erase. The front of the house turned into absolute chaos. There were voices shouting, boots pounding, radios crackling, but I felt removed from it all, like I was trapped behind glass, watching a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.Roman was lifted onto a stretcher.Roman—my Roman—motionless, pale… lifeless.“No—no, wait—” I sobbed, scrambling after them, my hands clutching at his shirt as if sheer will could keep him with me. “Please—please don’t take him yet—he’s still here—he has to be—”“Ma’am,” one of the paramedics said gently but firmly, peeling my fingers away. “We need space.”Space. As if space hadn’t already stolen everything from me.I stumbled after them anyway, barefoot, shaking

Chapter 240: Wherever Roman Goes Savannah I woke up screaming.Not softly. Not gently. I jolted awake like someone had ripped me out of a nightmare by the throat, my lungs burning as I sucked in air, my heart slamming so violently against my ribs it hurt.My hands flew to my stomach before my eyes even fully opened.I pressed my palms there—hard. Desperate. As if I could physically shield my baby from everything that had gone wrong. As if I could still feel it, reassure myself that it was still inside me. Still alive. Still safe.“Oh God—no, no, no—”“Savannah!”Alyssa’s voice cut through the fog as she rushed to my bedside, her hands hovering uselessly over me, unsure where to touch. “Jesus Christ, Sav, slow down. Take it easy. You’re going to hurt yourself—”“Where is my baby?” I gasped, my voice breaking as panic flooded me all at once. My vision blurred instantly. “Where is my baby? Is my child okay?”Her face paled.“Savannah, calm down,” she said quickly, gripping my wrist to