All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Chapter 281: On The EdgeRoman Randall. The name alone snapped whatever fragile restraint I had left.I pushed off the bed so fast the room tilted for a second. Pain shot across my chest, sharp and aching, but it barely registered. All I could see was my brother’s face in my mind. All I could hear was Savannah’s slip.He bought her a dress. For her. For my woman. How dare he? That creep. I know what his plan is. I took one step toward the door. Then another.“Roman—”Savannah moved quickly, placing herself between me and the exit. Her hands came up, palms pressing lightly against my chest as if she could physically hold me back. “Move,” I said. “Get out of my way, Sav.” My voice was low. Not loud. That dangerous quiet that came before something broke.She shook her head. “No.”I tried to step around her. She shifted with me. I reached for the handle. Her hand grabbed my wrist.“Roman, stop.”“Savannah,” I warned. “Step aside.” But she didn’t move. Her breathing had changed. It was

Chapter 283: Let's Do It Quickly Savannah Roman’s chuckle was low, cruel. “We can’t.” He said, mimicking my words from earlier. His hand slid down, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before gripping my thigh, hiking it up around his hip. The position spread me open, my pussy bare and slick, the heat of my core pressing against his thigh. “Wounds are still fresh, my love. My head hurts. My chest hurts.” He casually admitted. His fingers teased my entrance, not pushing in, just tracing the damp folds, making me squirm. “But I can still make you come, can’t I?”Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my front against the cold tile. I gasped, the sudden chill making my nipples pebble even harder. Roman’s body covered mine from behind, his chest pressing against my back, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, thick and long. His hands slid around me, one gripping my throat, the other cupping my breast, his fingers squeezing, his thumb rolling my nipple between his f

Chapter 285: Why The Rush? Savannah I lay awake long after Roman surrendered to sleep.My fingers moved slowly through his hair, gently massaging his scalp the way he seemed to like. Each soft stroke earned me a deeper exhale from him, his body relaxing further against mine. His arms were wrapped securely around my waist, his head resting heavily on my chest like he needed the reassurance of my heartbeat to stay anchored.I couldn’t sleep. Not even close. So much was going on up there. My mind was too full, too loud, too tangled with fear and hope and a hundred thoughts that refused to settle into anything orderly. But despite the storm inside me, I was grateful for one simple thing.Roman was sleeping.Real sleep. Not the induced, painful one he’d been in for the last two weeks. This was deep, unguarded rest. The kind of sleep a body claims when it finally believes it’s safe—even if only for a moment.We had agreed to get married in three days.The decision had come quickly, almo

Chapter 287: I Was ScaredRoman I wasn’t sure which part amused me more—the fact that Savannah thought I was asleep… or the fact that River had been assigned the monumental responsibility of “watching over me” and was instead hunched over her phone, aggressively tapping at some obnoxiously loud game.Granted, I had fallen asleep earlier. Savannah’s hands had a way of quieting everything inside me. The moment she touched my hair, stroked my scalp, or even rested her palm against my chest, the chaos in my mind simply… stilled. It was soothing and comforting all at once.But that sleep hadn’t lasted.The second her phone chimed with a message, my eyes opened. And once I realized she was texting—quietly, secretly, anxiously—sleep never stood a chance. I didn’t need confirmation to know who she was talking to. The urgency in her movements, the careful way she eased herself away from me, the way she replaced her body with a pillow as if I wouldn’t notice the difference…It didn’t take a g

Chapter 289: Good Night, Roman Savannah I hated silence. Not the peaceful kind that settles after laughter. Not the quiet that wraps around two people who understand each other without speaking. This silence was sharp-edged and heavy. It was so suffocating that it literally pressed against my ribs until breathing itself felt like dying.It came the moment the words left my mouth—words I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to stand behind. Pick.Even now, standing there in front of him, I could feel the tremor buried beneath my resolve. Leave Roman? Walk away from everything we had built together? Start over alone with a child and a shattered heart?I didn’t know if I could do it.I hadn’t planned to say it. The ultimatum hadn’t been waiting in the back of my mind, rehearsed and polished. It had erupted out of something raw and wounded inside me—something that had been tightening for days, maybe weeks, maybe longer. Hearing him speak about his past, about her, about responsibility and