From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Chapter 87: God Of War

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“I did not touch her.” Reese spat, instantly releasing me. For unexplainable reasons, I figured out that the ‘her‘ he referred to, wasn’t me.

The breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in for a long time burst from my lungs. If I hadn’t forced myself to stand tall, I would have crumbled into a pathetic heap on the polished floor, trembling in front of all of them. Only one thought kept circling in my head like a

song on repeat… What did he mean by again?

“The scene we walked into told a different story, Reese.” The young woman beside Roman’s father leaned forward, her voice sharp as an opera singer but still controlled and not shrill “Still lusting after what belongs to your brother?”

Her words cut the air, and I saw the muscle in Reese’s jaw twitch violently. He snapped his head toward her, his teeth bared. “Don’t interfere,” he hissed, his voice guttural like an animal. His eyes flashed with a rage that made me instinctively shrink back, the heat of it

directed at her but scorching me all the same.

his father–this towering, silent presence whose very aura filled the room–didn’t so much as blink. His gaze never left me. Still

intensely assessing me.

“What now? Why are you getting angry?” The lady asked, folding her arms.

“Silence!” His next word cracked like thunder. The command vibrated through the air, and the room stilled instantly. I flinched harder than I meant to, the sound striking bone–deep. Even Reese recoiled, his fury smothered into obedience. The guards who had been nothing but stone statues shifted uneasily before freezing back into rigid postures.

My heart slammed against my ribs. That single word had rearranged the entire room.

Then his eyes landed fully on me once again. “Step forward, young girl.”

Every nerve in my body screamed to stay rooted where I was, but the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. This was not a man who tolerated hesitation or unruly behaviour. He was carved from discipline, bred for obedience, and used to seeing people bend. Disobedience wasn’t a choice here. It was a death sentence.

My knees wobbled as I put one foot in front of the other, each step heavier than the last. I stopped a few feet away, close enough to feel the weight of his scrutiny, far enough that I might still run if the air turned deadly. Or if things got too serious.

His gaze swept over me with surgical precision, like I was a specimen pinned beneath a microscope. His frown cut deep into his features, a crease that looked permanent.

“You’re Savannah Hart,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. The words weren’t a question, but I forced my tongue to answer anyway. “The best friend my son is marrying?”

“Yes, sir.”

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Chapter 137

“How old are you, girl?”

A sharp retort rose to my lips. Something along the lines of, ‘You’re quite rude, mister, asking a lady that, but I swallowed it down. My sarcasm had gotten me into too much trouble already. “I’m twenty–nine, sir.”

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A flicker of something–surprise? Amusement? I don’t know, passed across his face. It was gone so fast I almost doubted I’d seen it. Then he muttered, “So it’s true.”

What’s true? My patience thinned with every clipped word from his mouth. The urge to snap back, to throw a nasty clapback at this rude, terrifying man, buzzed on my tongue.

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