Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Best Friend To Fiancé : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Roman I kept my hand on Savannah’s back as we slipped out of our little rendezvous, her perfume a faint trail in the cool night air. The warmth of her body still lingered against my palm, but the further we walked from the shadows, the more reality pressed in.She was still talking, voice airy and teasing. “I always knew I’d strike gold before thirty.” She giggled like a teenager. “I met a fortune teller online, many years ago. She ripped me off of twenty dollars but she did say that I was meant for bigger things. I'm certain that this is it, Roman.” She was one second away from jumping up and down. I let out a low laugh. “You’re the only woman I know who admits that without blinking.”“I hate pretense. It's immature.” She added. “I'm not conceited, so if you offer, then best believe I'm going to jump on it.” I’d half-expected her to turn me down like she had before—run the other way, put walls up. But she hadn’t. She’d taken my offer and then, like it was nothing, made a demand on

Roman “Oh, and Savannah—” Chloe’s voice rose above the chatter, bright, mocking, fake-sweet with poison underneath. “Come up here. You should be right beside me for this.” She gestured. The crowd shifted like a wave, all eyes snapping to Savannah. I didn’t miss the way a few lips curled into knowing smirks, or the sharp gleam in their eyes as if they’d been waiting all night for a show. Everyone knew there was history here—Chloe was counting on it.Savannah didn’t move at first. Her jaw tightened, her knuckles brushing the fabric of her dress like she needed to feel something solid beneath her fingertips. Chloe stood there, all sugar and venom, smiling patiently into the mic like a predator. My gut clenched. Whatever she was about to say, it wasn’t going to be good.Finally, Savannah moved. Her back was straight, her chin tilted high as though she’d rather walk through fire than give Chloe the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.That’s my girl.Chloe slid an arm around her sister wh

Savannah Roman pulled back a little, his thumb brushing over my damp cheek as he asked, “And how do you know that?”My chest tightened. The words burned at the back of my throat, ready to break everything open. “I know what I'm saying, Roman. I'm very certain that the child isn't Dean's. It can't be.”Could it? Could he have? That's not possible. Or is it? He said he'd never. Could it be possible that he changed his mind?“Savannah, let it go.” Roman’s hand slid to the small of my back, tugging me closer into his chest as if holding me tighter would make me surrender. His voice softened, but the weight behind it was firm. “He's marrying your sister in less than two days. I think it’s time you close that chapter, love.”I shook my head hard, breaking away from his hold. Drops of water clung to my hair and trickled down my bare skin, but I ignored the chill.“It's not that. That's not what I'm talking about, Roman.” “Then what is it?” His brow furrowed, his damp hair falling boyishly

“You sure this is gonna work?” I asked Roman, my voice softer than I meant it to be.“Positive,” he said without hesitation. “Get in.”The way he said it, firm and unyielding, sent a shiver down my spine. I obeyed, sliding into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind me with a solid thud before walking around and getting in on his side.Heat flushed up my cheeks the moment my gaze drifted to the backseat. The lush leather practically whispered to me, dragging me back to that night. The way he had bent me over, his hands gripping my hips while I clawed at the window, the glass fogging under my breath as I cried out his name. My thighs clenched together instinctively, my body remembering every thrust, every sinful sound that had echoed in this very car.I shouldn’t have looked at him then, but I did. Roman sat there so casually, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily against his thigh. And damn him, the memory of me straddling that same thigh, grinding down on him while h

I folded my arms across my chest, pinning Chloe with a sharp enough glare. “Why don’t you ask your virile fiancé?” I taunted, each word dripping with venom. The jab landed like a slap. Her eyes flickered wide before narrowing to slits, her lips flattening into a thin, furious line. She detected the mockery. “You’re insane,” she spat. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to a bitter ex spew lies.”I let out a low, humorless laugh. “Oh, Chloe. Denial looks so really ugly on you. But you and I both know the truth.”“Yeah. We both know you’re desperate. And delusional,” she shot back, voice rising. “Dean never got a vasectomy. Maybe that’s just another lie he told you to keep you from clinging to him. I wouldn’t put it past him. You’re always a pest.”She turned on her heel, already dismissing me like she always tried to. But the words tumbled out of me before she could escape.“It’s Zane’s, isn’t it?”She froze mid-step, shoulders stiffening. The silence stretched before I continued