From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 258

**Chapter 258: The Best Part**

**Roman**

“So, just to clarify—your friend, who also happens to be your lawyer, actually threatened you over the phone after she tried to humiliate your fiancée?” Terry inquired, his face a canvas of disbelief, eyebrows raised high as if trying to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.

“Precisely,” I replied, my voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of fury.

I found myself standing by the window, gazing out at the sprawling cityscape, though my mind was far from the shimmering lights of the night. The darkness had enveloped the city, and I still hadn’t made my way home. The anger simmered within me, a tempest waiting to break free.

The skyline sparkled like a Christmas tree, a myriad of lights piercing through the obsidian sky. My own reflection stared back at me—calm, almost serene on the surface. But beneath that facade, I felt a storm brewing, a relentless pulse throbbing behind my temples, a primal warning resonating deep within.

Penelope had dared to threaten me. That was her first and final blunder.

Somewhere along the way, she had grown too comfortable, too self-assured, too accustomed to the version of me that refrains from retaliating. She had forgotten who I truly am. And that lapse in her memory? That was on me. I allowed her to forget. I let her believe I had softened—become domesticated, even.

But soon enough, she would be reminded of the man I become when I confront my adversaries.

“That’s absolutely wild,” Terry said, shaking his head in disbelief as he sank down onto my couch, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. “Honestly, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you actually had a confrontation with her. You and Penny were inseparable for what—ten years? Maybe even longer?”

I scoffed, turning my gaze back to the glass. “Yeah, it’s been more than a decade filled with loyalty, trust, and secrets—all of it washed away because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.”

I picked up the tumbler resting on the table, the ice long melted into a thin, amber pool. I didn’t even bother to take a sip; instead, I fixated on the way the city lights shimmered through the glass, a reflection of my own turmoil. With a heavy sigh, I set it down again. “She’s grown too cocky. It’s time I clipped those wings.”

Terry’s brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. “And by that, you mean…?”

“I’m going to dismantle her,” I replied, my voice low and deliberate. “Slowly. Brick by brick. She’ll lose everything until she’s left with nothing but regret. And when she’s finally crawling on her knees, begging for mercy, she’ll remember exactly who built her up in the first place.”

He let out a low whistle, a sound that was almost amused, despite the gravity of the conversation. “And what exactly did she do to deserve all this wrath, huh? What did she say to Savannah that got you this fired up?”

I hesitated, my jaw tightening, the weight of the words I was about to share pressing down on me. “Penelope was supposed to deliver Savannah’s divorce papers to her mother,” I said flatly, trying to maintain my composure. “A simple task, really. But instead of doing that, she decided to… improvise. She spilled the beans about Dahlia.”

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