From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 237

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 141: Cursed By Blood**

There are fleeting encounters in life—faces that pass through your world like shadows, leaving behind only a faint trace that eventually fades from memory. You might even forget that you ever crossed paths with them, as if they were mere figments of your imagination.

But then, there are others who etch themselves into the very fabric of your being, leaving marks that refuse to fade. These are the individuals who invade your thoughts without warning, their presence lingering like an unwelcome guest.

Reese was not a mere whisper of a memory.

No, he was something far more complex—a shifting silhouette, a master of disguise. He was a chameleon, captivating yet treacherous. He wielded words like weapons, capable of inflicting deep cuts, while his smile could wrap around you like a warm blanket, lulling you into a false sense of security. His very existence felt like a tempest, charming yet fraught with peril.

I knew from our very first encounter that he was trouble. The warning bells had rung loud and clear. Yet, when he stood before the general that day, insisting he had nothing to do with her, I found myself believing him.

Even now, with the knowledge of who he referred to when he said “her,” I still clung to that belief.

Isn’t it peculiar? To trust a liar? Only the foolish would do that.

But then again, Roman wasn’t lying either. He was finally beginning to lower the walls he had built around his heart, revealing the tangled, dark history of his family. It was a story woven with complexity and chaos, much like the Blackwoods themselves—a riddle with pieces that seemed to grow more grotesque and tragic with each revelation.

And I was resolute in my quest to untangle that riddle.

“Have you ever confronted Reese?” I ventured gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “Did you tell him you knew about his intentions with Dahlia? Did he realize he was the father of that baby?”

Roman lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes dark and hollow, like deep pools reflecting untold weariness. “He denied everything,” he replied, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “Every single accusation. And for a moment, I almost believed him. Reese has this uncanny ability to manipulate perceptions, to craft a reality that suits his narrative. He’s cunning, oh so charming. So charming that he could even seduce a nun and have her thanking him for it. It’s unsettling.”

A humorless laugh escaped my lips before I could rein it in. “But what if he was telling the truth?” I pressed cautiously. “What if he really never touched your wife?”

Roman shot me a look that felt like a punch to the gut, his expression a mix of disbelief and pain. “Don’t make the mistake of trusting Reese, Savannah. He may be my brother, but I wouldn’t stake my faith on a single word that escapes his lips.”

I felt the urge to argue rise within me, but I quelled it, sensing the fragility in his voice. There was a vulnerability there, a rawness that warned me against crossing an invisible boundary.

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