Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Best Friend To Fiancé : Kabanata 271 - Kabanata 280

Chapter 271: That's Disappointing ReeseShe tore her eyes away from Roman again and looked at me, her face pale, eyes too wide to be sane. “I don’t know if I’m seeing things now, Reese.”The way she said it—slow, unsure, almost frightened—made something twist low in my gut.I crossed the room in three long strides. “What are you talking about?”She lifted her trembling hand and pointed. “His fingers. I could’ve sworn I saw him move his fingers.”My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I followed her gaze.Roman’s hand lay on the white sheets, fingers curled slightly inward, perfectly still. Too still. The machines beside him hummed steadily, cruelly calm, as if mocking the sudden chaos in my chest.“You’re sure?” I asked, my voice rough. “You’re absolutely sure?”“I—I don’t know,” she stammered. “Yes. I think so. It was his right hand. I saw it from the corner of my eye. It moved.”I dragged a hand down my face, exhaustion crashing over me like a wave. “River… you’re not sure?

Chapter 273: It Never Left Savannah I died in that moment.Not figuratively. Not poetically. I actually, genuinely, literally felt something inside me collapse so completely that breathing became optional.Roman had forgotten me.My greatest fear—the one I wasn't afraid to say out loud, even to myself—had now crawled out of the dark and wrapped its hands around my throat.Who is she? Those three words echoed in my head like gunshots.Everything we’d been. Everything we’d survived. Every whispered promise, every fight, every argument, every laugh in the middle of the night when sleep wouldn’t come. Every memory came crashing down on me all at once, brutal and merciless.Memories of us. Memories that suddenly belonged to only one of us now. Me.Because Roman didn’t remember.Reese looked down at his hands like he couldn’t bear to witness the damage anymore. River finally caught up with me. The machines kept beeping—steady, cruel, indifferent—like the universe was mocking me for thinki

Chapter 275: He'd Declared War Roman She looked away and didn’t answer. That alone set something vicious loose inside my chest.“Savannah,” I said slowly, my voice low, tight, coiled like a warning shot, “if I have to repeat myself again, I’m—”“It was Ryan.” Reese’s voice cut in sharp and abrupt, like ripping a bandage off a wound that hadn’t even started healing yet.Savannah still didn’t look at me. Her arms were folded tight against her chest, shoulders drawn in, as if she were bracing for impact that had already happened and might happen again.The room went dead silent.I stared at Reese. “What?” The word came out wrong. Flat. Disbelieving. “What did you just say?”Reese didn’t blink. Didn’t soften it. “Ryan.”The name hit me harder than any bullet ever had.I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “No. That doesn’t make any sense. Why the hell would Ryan try to strangle you? If he has issues with anyone, it's me. Not you.”Still, Savannah didn’t look at me.Finally—finally—she

Chapter 277: What'd I Miss? Savannah The minutes after Roman saw the frame still hanging on the wall passed in a blur. Not the kind that softened the memory—but the kind that fractured it. Sharp. Jagged. Overlapping sounds and images crashing into one another so fast my mind struggled to keep up.Roman was shouting. No—screaming. He was practically yelling down the entire house. His voice filled the room, bouncing off the walls, loud enough to hurt my ears. The sound of it made my chest tighten painfully. He was furious in a way I’d never ever seen before—raw, unrestrained, unfiltered. Every word he threw into the air felt like it was coated in something dangerous. Roman was mad. Meanwhile, my thoughts were splintering. Because all I could see—no matter how hard I tried not to—was her.Dahlia. Her face. Her smile. Her presence looming over us even now. And the more I thought about it, the more horrified I became.How had Roman managed to stay friends with Penelope all these years

Chapter 279: Think About UsRoman “Leave us. Everyone. Except you, Hudson.” My father didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to. Power had a way of lowering its tone.The command landed in the room with quiet authority. Very calm and very measured. Like he knew his word was law. The guards reacted instantly. Boots shifted. Bodies turned. Obedience was practically muscle memory for them at this point.“Including you, Miss Hart.”A short laugh escaped me before I could stop it. It wasn’t amusing. It was sarcastic. “She’s going nowhere,” I said. “And you know it. Don't make a fool of yourself.”His eyes moved to me, steady and unreadable. The same eyes that had watched me learn to walk. The same eyes that had watched women die in this house without flinching knowing fully well he was behind it.“Roman,” he began, patience definitely running thin, “if we’re going to discuss sensitive matters—”“Sensitive matters that involve her,” I cut in smoothly. “Let’s not pretend otherwise.”Savan