From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 62

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 40: The Things I’m Into**

The image displayed on Dean’s phone struck me like a physical blow, the kind that leaves you breathless and reeling.

But it wasn’t merely an image; it was something far more insidious.

Way worse than I could have ever anticipated.

At the very top of the glaring, clinical white webpage, bold letters announced: VIP Guest List – The Velvet Desires. My eyes raced across the names listed, my heartbeat pounding in my ears like a war drum.

There it was, unmistakable and glaring: Roman’s full name, printed in stark black text. No clever pseudonym, no disguise.

Roman Nicholas Blackwood.

Beneath his name lay a dazzling array of potential scandal, a veritable who’s who of the elite. Oil magnates, tech titans, heirs to vast empires, influential political figures, and CEOs of corporations that towered over the city skyline.

Even two well-known pastors, their grinning faces familiar from the Sunday morning television broadcasts, were included.

A wave of nausea rolled through me. How on earth had Dean stumbled upon this?

“I take it this is your first glimpse into your fiancé’s secret life,” Dean remarked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he pulled the phone back towards himself. “I warned you about this guy. Rich men like him? They have some seriously twisted kinks.”

My fingers twitched with the urge to slap that self-satisfied smirk right off his face. My heart raced so violently, I felt as if the world around me was spinning—everything too bright, too sharp.

Even the grass beneath my feet seemed to sway, the vertigo overwhelming. This couldn’t be happening. It felt unreal, like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

Because if this was true… Dean now held a weapon of mass destruction, one he would be all too willing to drop into Chloe’s eager, gossip-hungry lap.

And Chloe? She was a vault with a broken lock. Secrets were not safe with her; her mouth was as open as her legs—always ready to spill.

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