From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 175

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 175**

A low, sharp chuckle escaped my lips, reverberating in the tense air between us. “You really think I care about my father? The truth is, inflicting pain on him brings me a twisted kind of joy. My purpose here isn’t to safeguard his interests; it’s to shield hers.”

I crouched down, bringing myself to his eye level, the metallic scent of iron from my gloves wafting towards him. “I thought perhaps allowing my men a turn with you would serve as a form of justice. But you’re so perverse—you’d find a way to relish it, wouldn’t you, Asher? You’d savor every moment, even as you bleed. That’s how deranged you are.”

His eyes flickered with a spark of sick amusement, as if he found humor in the depths of his own depravity. “You think you have me all figured out?” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

I shrugged, the motion dismissive, as if his words held no weight.

“So no,” I declared, rising to my full height, my voice steady and resolute. “You don’t get that privilege. You don’t get the luxury of a swift death or the twisted thrill of your fantasies coming to fruition. Instead, you will face what you fear the most.”

I turned my gaze to my men, my voice commanding. “Hold him down.”

They sprang into action, their movements swift and decisive, pinning his broken body against the floor. His shrieks morphed into something primal as the reality of his impending fate dawned on him.

“Please!” he screamed, desperation lacing his voice. “Not that! Anything but that! I’m sorry! I swear I’m sorry!” His breath came in ragged gasps, fear overtaking him. “I admit it! I forced myself on her! I raped her! She never wanted it! I’m truly sorry!”

His voice cracked, spiraling into hysterical sobs as one of my men revealed the knife. I stood back, an observer to the unfolding chaos, cold and detached, my heart unyielding.

“Take it,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Ensure he never harms another girl again.”

And I watched.

His screams pierced the air, raw and unfiltered, before they devolved into wet gasps. Blood pooled dark across the floorboards, seeping into his trousers, spreading like a shadow that threatened to engulf him entirely. He writhed in agony, then finally sagged, utterly broken.

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