All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Chapter 292: I Spared Them Roman He knew.The realization did not come all at once. It unfolded slowly, spreading through my veins, each second carrying the truth deeper until it settled in my bones.This old, calculating bastard had known about Emily all along. And none of us had seen it coming.My thoughts spiraled, colliding with each other in a storm I could neither calm nor escape. Since when had he known? How long had Emily existed under the shadow of his awareness? And if he truly knew… Why had he not already acted?That was what frightened me most. Not ignorance. Not cruelty. But his patience.Ryan stepped forward first, voice strained, the composure he so carefully maintained finally beginning to crack. “Let me explain—”Reginald lifted one hand. That was all it took.The air itself seemed to obey him. Ryan stopped mid-step, mid-breath, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled tight.“You think there is something left to explain?” Reginald’s voice was calm, almost conver

Chapter 294: Live Well, Roman Roman I didn’t remember deciding to hit him. But that was exactly what I'd done. One moment the world was spinning in a haze of fury and disbelief, and the next my fist was already moving— cutting through the air with violent force until bone met bone.The crack echoed sharply through the office. My father staggered backward a step, surprise flickering across his face for the briefest moment. Blood immediately welled at the corner of his lip. Hudson moved forward at once, instinctively positioning himself between us.But my father lifted a hand. “No. Do not interfere, Hudson.” His voice was steady. Too steady. As though the blow had been nothing more than an inconvenience.Blood traced a thin line down his chin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His composure did more damage than any retaliation could have.My entire body trembled, rage vibrating beneath my skin like a live wire.“You’ve got some nerve,” I said, my voice shaking with a

Chapter 296: This Isn't Goodbye Savannah The moment I stepped into the living room, joy unfurled inside me so suddenly it almost stole my breath. For a heartbeat, I simply stood there, unable to move and unable to think—just feeling. The air smelled faintly of home, of familiarity and safety, of something warm and lived-in that I had missed more than I ever realized.I hadn’t allowed myself to imagine this moment out of fear that I might never return here. And yet here I was—standing exactly where I belonged, alive, whole, and wrapped in a quiet, overwhelming happiness that made my chest ache.It felt unreal. Like I might blink and wake up somewhere large, cold and unfamiliar again.But I did blink. And nothing disappeared. This is real. A fragile sense of peace settled over me, slow and steady. Piece by piece, the broken fragments of my life had found their way back together. The storm had not erased me after all. If anything, it had carved out space for something stronger to take

Chapter 298: You're Incredible Savannah One Month LaterI angled my body slightly, turning this way and that in front of the mirror as if a new perspective might reveal something I hadn’t already memorized. My hand rested over the gentle curve of my stomach, fingers splayed with a tenderness that felt instinctive. I was showing.Not dramatically swollen though. But enough that strangers would know. But to me, who had watched every subtle change with near-obsessive attention, it was unmistakable. A gentle rounding. A softness where there had once been flatness. There was proof that something miraculous was unfolding inside me.A smile spread slowly across my face. I traced slow circles over my belly, imagining tiny fingers, tiny toes, a heartbeat so small yet so determined.I couldn’t wait to feel the first kick. I couldn’t wait for the moment this invisible, tiny presence made itself known in a way I could feel, not just believe.I had been lucky. My doctor said so at every visit.

Chapter 300: You Did ItRoman Six months later…“Savannah, I think you should rest.” I said. I’d said it so many times that the words had started losing structure, dissolving into a sound that lived somewhere between worry and pleading.She didn’t even turn this time. She simply kept folding impossibly tiny onesies with intense concentration, like the fate of the world depended on whether the sleeves aligned perfectly.“I’m fine, Roman,” she said, smoothing the fabric with deliberate care. “I just need to finish organizing this. The twins can’t come into chaos.”The nursery smelled faintly of fresh paint and baby powder. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, laying a soft golden glow across the two cribs I had spent the last week assembling with near-obsessive precision. Every screw tightened twice. Every edge sanded smooth.Two cribs. Even now, the reality of it pulsed quietly through me. Two different people. Two lives. Two tiny humans who would call me father.Savannah steppe