บททั้งหมดของ From Best Friend To Fiancé : บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

Chapter 251: Your Fiancé Savannah A reckless part of me wanted to say it.To stand there, look Ryan straight in the eye, and tear his carefully curated composure apart with a single sentence.You have a daughter. A beautiful one. And she looks just like you. Do you remember you promised my sister, Alyssa, that you'll divorce your wife? Or was that a lie like I suspected?I wanted to watch his face change. To see the calm fracture. To watch him scramble for lies or choke on the truth. I wanted the entire table to know that the man Reginald trusted so blindly had been living a double life—had deceived his wife, his family, and my sister with chilling ease.But as I studied him, sitting there so relaxed, so unbothered, sipping water like this was just another board meeting, I knew better.Men like Ryan didn’t panic when exposed prematurely. They didn't crack or crumble under pressure. They prepared.And more importantly, I wasn’t done with that card yet. No. I intended to hold it. To p

Chapter 253: Calder Hudson Savannah When Reginald pushed his chair back and stood, I was ready for the axe to fall.I felt it in my bones—that familiar tightening in my chest that came whenever power decided to remind you exactly where you stood beneath it. I expected him to announce that my decision was irrelevant, that my stubborn defiance had merely entertained him, that my time here was over. I expected a dismissal. Punishment. Retaliation. Instead, he simply stood. Very slowly.The scrape of wood against marble echoed far louder than it should have in the vast dining hall. Every movement he made felt calculated, choreographed, as though he knew every pair of eyes—mine included—was trained on him. And he loved it. He reached for his cane and Cassandra rose beside him at once, smooth and silent, like she’d rehearsed it a thousand times. And I noticed, unlike the first time I met her. She rarely spoke. She'd never said a word all night. Then Reginald spoke, dragging me out of

Chapter 255: The Model Husband Savannah Alex must’ve noticed the way my shoulders curled inward, the way my hand hovered protectively over my stomach.“Alright,” he said suddenly, clapping his hands once. “Let’s go.”“Go where?” I asked weakly.“Outside. Before you pass out or stab someone. Reese—come on.” He hooked an arm around my shoulders, steering me gently away. “Let’s go for a smoke.”“I don’t smoke,” I protested automatically.He snorted. “Yeah, I know. Of course you don't. I wasn’t talking to you.”Reese shook his head but followed as Alex led us through the manor.The walk felt endless.Down the grand staircase, past long corridors lined with portraits that seemed to watch me, through heavy doors and into the night air. The grounds of Blackwood Manor stretched out before us—immaculate lawns, stone paths, the sound of water from the fountain at the center of the courtyard.It was beautiful. And yet, terrifying.Men stood stationed along the perimeter, dressed in dark suits,

Chapter 257: Lauren White ReeseThe first thing I noticed when Savannah walked in wasn’t exactly her. It was her dress. It clung to her like it had been stitched onto her body with intention—not modest, not careless either, but deliberate. Too deliberate.I didn’t send that. And that thought alone made my jaw tighten.Asking her where she got it from or why she was wearing it would have seemed some kind of way. Possessive. Controlling. And more than anything, utterly embarrassing for her in front of people who were already watching too closely. So I kept my mouth shut, forcing my expression into something neutral, blank.Until…Randall asked her to move over to the right.That was when I knew.That asshole just wanted to hear her speak. I bet his twisted mind got off on that. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear her soft, feminine, vulnerable voice in a crowded room. He had no right to be hungry for something he had no right craving in the first place. And what better way

Chapter 259: Run, Savannah One Week LaterThe beep of the monitor no longer bothered me. It no longer scared me. No longer pulled me out of half-sleep. No longer made my heart jolt with fear the way it had the first few days.I had gotten used to it. Totally. The steady rhythm of it had become background noise now, like the ticking of a clock in a room you’d been trapped in for too long.It had been a week. One full week since we arrived at Blackwood Manor. And honestly, nothing had changed. At least, not much.Roman was still unconscious. He was still not moving. He was still silent. And I was still here, hoping and praying and practically begging for a change. Anything. Even if it's the twitch of a finger. These days, I spend every single hour with him. Literally every hour. I only left his side to have breakfast and dinner, and even then, I ate like I was being timed, sprinting back here afterward like demons and the gates of hell were chasing me. And maybe they were. In the fo