From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 118

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 118: From Best Friend To Fiancé**

“Roman, please, stop.”

My voice trembled, barely breaking the thick tension that enveloped the room, yet it cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. I gripped his arm tightly, desperate for my touch to reach him, to quell the storm of rage building within. “Just stop.”

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, and the sight that met my eyes was heart-wrenching. Chloe lay crumpled on the floor, her face twisted in pain while a bridesmaid rushed to her side, frantically pressing a wet wipe against her bloodied lip. Nearby, my father was hunched beside her, worry etched into his features, while my mother knelt beside him, inspecting the angry bruise blooming on his cheek like a dark flower. Henry’s cries of agony pierced through the air, the groomsmen struggling to reposition his dislocated bone, their faces etched with concern.

They all appeared so utterly defeated, so pitiful in their distress.

Roman hesitated, muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring, an internal battle raging behind his steely gaze. Eventually, he turned to me, his expression a mixture of anger and confusion.

“Are you certain about this?” His voice rumbled low, a dangerous growl that hinted at the tempest barely restrained beneath the surface.

I summoned a smile, one that felt alien and forced, as if my lips had forgotten how to curve upwards. “Yeah. Let’s just go.”

His jaw tightened, and he surveyed the ballroom, fists clenching as if he were trying to suppress the urge to unleash his fury on anyone who dared cross his path. His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on the guests who gawked in shock, before finally landing on my father.

“Next time,” Roman said, his tone dangerously calm, “pick on someone your own size, Julius.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with tension. Even the chandeliers seemed to hold their breath, their crystals stilled, no longer sparkling in the light.

He tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me forward. The crowd parted before us like the Red Sea, whispers and murmurs rippling through the guests, a mix of fear and fascination evident in their wide eyes.

“Get out of my way,” Roman muttered, shoving Dean aside before he could reach me. Dean stumbled back, crashing onto the polished floor with a grunt of pain, clutching his side. A small part of me wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all, how comically petty the moment felt.

But that fleeting amusement quickly faded, replaced by a deep sense of foreboding.

“You’re just going to leave?” Chloe’s voice sliced through the silence, shrill and filled with indignation. She scrambled to her feet, her body trembling with rage. “Like that? You’d just walk out hand in hand after ruining my wedding?!”

Her scream sent shockwaves through the crowd, igniting a collective murmur among the guests, their eyes wide with disbelief.

I spun around to face her, heat pooling in my chest like molten lava. “Yes, I would leave just like this. And do you know why? Because you’re the one who has single-handedly destroyed your own sham wedding.”

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