All Chapters of From Best Friend To Fiancé : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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It's Over

I was jealous. No. Angry. No. Envious.Truth is, I don’t even know what I feel right now. My chest was a tight knot, different emotions clawing at me from every direction.How come Chloe cheats on her fiancé and still gets treated like delicate glass? He’s not even mad at her. Not really. He’s here talking about how hard it is for him to tell her his diagnosis.What the actual fuck?The silence between us was unbearable. The kind that presses down and doesn’t let up. Only the soft lap of water against the shore and the occasional bird call filled the air.He finally exhaled, long and shaky. His voice was rough when it came. “It’s cruel, Sav. That you and I carry this truth together, while she, of all people, gets to stay in the dark.”My teeth ground together. I was tempted. So tempted to remind him just how much of a bitch Chloe is. That he’s a pathetic prick for tolerating her screwing another man, for still holding her hand after she got pregnant by him.But maybe this was Karma’s

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He Knew

“You should have called me the second it happened.”Roman’s voice carried that cool authority I’d come to know too well. Not loud, not angry… Just steady. And that was worse than yelling.“I know,” I murmured, perched on the edge of the bed like a guilty teenager. “And I’m sorry.”“I don't like being disobeyed, Savannah.” I gulped. He didn’t look at me right away. He was too busy folding shirts into his suitcase, every motion neat, efficient, controlled. His jaw flexed when he finally spoke. “I hate the thought of you being alone with him. ”“I know,” I repeated, softer this time. My fingers twisted the hem of my top. “But it was just… confusing. Annoying. He’s always swayed by her charm, but for once it felt like he was actually thinking straight.”Roman snapped the suitcase shut with a clipped sound that made me flinch. He turned, arms crossing over his chest.“Well, I don't care about that duo,” he said gruffly, “I’m only counting down the hours until tomorrow when we can finall

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Just… speak

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”The words spill out quickly, sharper than I mean them to, and I turn my face toward the window. Anywhere but him.“Sav.” His voice is steady and unhurried. He crosses one leg over the other, a picture of calm authority that makes my pulse quicken. “Perhaps you don’t understand what is going on.” I suddenly feel like I'm standing trial for murder. And he is the judge, deciding my fate. He laces his fingers together and rests them on his knee, watching me too closely. “Your father leveled some pretty heavy accusations against you today. And frankly…” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “I don’t believe him. I’ll only believe you. That’s why I’m asking you again. What happened with the Kingstons?”The name slices through me. Kingston. My chest tightens, the air thins. The word drags me backward in time, to a night I’ve buried, to whispers I’ve trained myself to rewrite.I freeze. My body is here, perched on the edge of the bed, but my heartbeat

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I'm Filthy

“Should I go further?” Roman asked, his voice measured, almost as though he was afraid of where the conversation would lead.I nodded, though my throat felt dry. My pulse hammered against my ribs, warning me that whatever came next would tear open wounds I had spent years healing. “What could my father have possibly told you?” I whispered, though the weight in my chest told me I already knew.Roman’s gaze didn’t waver when his words dropped like stones into the silence.“Your father told me he had to step down from his position after you got pregnant for your sister’s dance teacher’s husband.”For a split second, my entire body shut down. My heart fell, my lungs seized, and I was sure my knees would buckle beneath me with how everywhere spun. Hearing him say it so plainly, so coldly, was like being gutted with a blade I’d long forgotten still existed.“He’s lying.” My voice cracked, but I forced it louder. “That’s not how it happened.”Roman’s expression remained unreadable, though h

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You're Perfect

SavannahHis lips claimed mine again, but this time it wasn’t force or insistence that melted my resistance. It was the softness, the care, the warmth of him pressing into me like he wanted to breathe life into the broken places I kept buried.For years I had built walls out of shame and anger, convinced that if anyone saw all of me, my mistakes, my scars, the ugliest parts of my story, they’d recoil in disgust. Yet here was Roman, kissing me as if he had been waiting his whole life to find me.“Roman…” I whispered when he pulled back just enough for me to breathe. My voice was shaky. “I don’t know how to let you.”His thumb brushed my cheek, lingering on the tear he’d caught before it could fall. His eyes burned into mine. “You don’t have to know how. Just feel me.”His mouth found mine again, slower this time, coaxing instead of demanding. My knees weakened under the weight of his tenderness and he scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, and when his hands sk

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All To Myself

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!“Savannah?” A voice shouted from outside, pounding harder against the door.I groaned and buried my ear deeper into the pillow, turning to the other side of the bed as though I could block out reality with a bit more fabric.“Sav, wake up! You’re going to be late!”The voice pierced through the haze of my half-asleep state. I peeled one eye open. Outside, the sky was still dark—early morning, the kind of time when sane people should still be asleep.A heavy weight across my waist reminded me I wasn’t alone. Roman’s arm.Freeing myself from it was a war of sorts, his hold was iron, even in deep sleep. With a quiet grunt, I finally managed to slip out of his grip and sit up, rubbing my forehead.The knocking persisted. But now the voice was clearer. Lizzie.I grabbed a robe from the chair, wrapping it tightly around me, concealing every inch of my bare skin. The sash cinched around my waist as I tiptoed across the field of discarded clothes scattered on the floor

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Eyes On The Mirror

An hour later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at a stranger.The emerald green dress hugged me in all the right places, the daring neckline daring gravity to humiliate me before the wedding even began. My face was a mask of glamor. Makeup flawless, lashes long, lips coated in bright red. I looked different. Too polished. Too put together.Not me.I tugged at the neckline nervously, muttering about nip slips when I caught it—his scent. That sharp, intoxicating cologne that always gave him away before his touch did. Then I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into the solid heat of his body. His nose buried in my hair, his breath fanning my ear.“You look absolutely breathtaking, my love,” Roman murmured, spinning me gently to face him.My fists clenched at my sides, the reminder of everything he’d done this morning flaring up again. He had threatened me to get ready. Fought for the wedding to happen. Practically betrayed me thirty times this morning

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I Know What You Did

I rolled my eyes, refusing to let him see how my knees were still trembling in my heels. “We already did.”He chuckled, still offering me his arm as though he were some polished gentleman instead of the man who had just made me forget how to breathe.We stepped out of the room, the hallway buzzing with chaos. Bridesmaids rushed past, adjusting curls and lipstick. Someone shouted about a missing bouquet. The other panicked about how late they were. The driver almost pulled out his hair in frustration. The house smelled of hairspray and perfume, and beneath it all, the faint aroma of champagne.I caught a glimpse of us in a gilded wall mirror. My hair was still perfect. Makeup still intact. He was careful not to ruin anything. No one would know what had just happened behind that locked door. Except for the wild flush still high on my cheeks, and the dazed look in my eyes. Roman, of course, still looked put together. Not a wrinkle on his suit. “You look guilty,” he whispered near my ea

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Reese

All of a sudden, the pity I felt for Chloe evaporated like smoke in the wind. What the hell was I even thinking? She didn’t deserve my sympathy. Nor anyone else's. She never did.I yanked my wrist out of her grip, startling her. Her nails scratched lightly against my skin as I pulled away, and I leaned in close enough for her to feel my breath. And the weight of my words. “Good,” I whispered, low and sharp. “Now you know not to mess with me. And don’t you ever try to dig your claws into me again, Chloe.”Her eyes widened, lips parting like she couldn’t believe I’d spoken to her that way. For once, she didn’t have a clever comeback. And I didn’t wait around for one either. I straightened, turned on my heel, and walked away, leaving her frozen in place like a mannequin no one wanted to dress.Roman didn’t even notice the scene I’d just caused. He was sitting there, furiously tapping away on his phone, his brows drawn tight, his shoulders tense but not in a way that had anything to do w

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Will You Take Me Back?

“Roman, I think—”“Savannah, please give me a moment. I need to have a discussion with my brother.”The words were curt, clipped in a way that warned me not to argue. Roman’s hand closed tight around Reese’s arm, dragging him along as if Reese weighed nothing. His jaw was like a sharpened blade, and before I could blink they were already halfway across the ballroom.I stood frozen in place, nodding like an idiot even though he never turned to look back.Reese—cheeky, reckless Reese—was the only one who spared me a glance. He winked, as though this whole dramatic exit was just some kind of game. “Remember the name’s Reese!” he called loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear. “In case you meet the other Blackwoods!”Then they disappeared through the double doors, Roman’s broad shoulders cutting through the crowd. The other Blackwoods? So there were others? Strange. Just how many of them are there?The music swelled, violins battling with chatter, and yet I couldn’t stop staring at the

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