From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 139

**Chapter 88: Tell Them, Sav**

“Are you… General Reginald Blackwood?” I stammered, the words spilling out of my mouth in a clumsy rush, as if I had forgotten how to form coherent thoughts. I must have appeared utterly foolish, my eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief, staring at him as if he were some kind of apparition.

The man before me nodded, a slight inclination of his head that radiated authority, the kind that only someone who had led countless soldiers could possess. “I am,” he replied with a smooth confidence that sent a shiver down my spine. “So you do recognize me after all.”

I nodded, though my throat felt constricted, and no words seemed to follow. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, as if every tale I had ever heard about powerful figures had coalesced into this one man standing before me. It felt surreal, like I was caught in a moment that transcended reality.

When I finally found my voice, I gestured awkwardly toward the living area. “Please… sit. Make yourself comfortable.”

A young woman, standing beside him, handed him a cane, which he grasped with an unwavering grip—like a soldier readying his weapon. He moved forward with a subtle limp, so slight it could easily be overlooked if one wasn’t paying close attention. But I was watching intently, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

The girl—no, she was more than a girl; she exuded a confidence that was almost feline—smirked as she sauntered past me. Each step she took radiated a blend of seduction and arrogance. Behind them, the men who accompanied them filled the room, making the space feel constricted, almost suffocating.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Water? Champagne?”

Reginald waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing away an entire nation. “No need. Sit.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I obeyed, my body moving as if on autopilot, sinking into the couch like a soldier executing orders without question.

Once he settled into his seat, he gestured toward the woman beside him. “This is my wife, Cassandra.”

The air in the room felt as if it had been sucked out, leaving me breathless. “Your… wife?” The words escaped my lips before I could rein them in.

Not your daughter? The thought danced on the edge of my consciousness, teasing the edges of my disbelief. Surely, there had been some mistake… right? Perhaps it was merely a slip of the tongue.

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