From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 107

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 107**

He stood tall, just a hair shy of Roman’s impressive height, yet the familial resemblance was strikingly apparent. His hair, a striking blonde with roots darker than the sun-kissed tips, was gathered into a meticulously crafted man bun that exuded an air of effortless luxury. His eyes mirrored Roman’s green, though they were softer, almost hazel, and they sparkled with a mischievous glint that suggested he was always ready to make a joke, even in the somberest of settings. An unsettling grin danced on his lips, as if he found humor in even the most inappropriate moments—like funerals.

My jaw felt as if it had dropped to the floor, utterly astounded.

“Wait, that’s your brother?” I hissed toward Roman, my voice barely above a whisper. But my attempt at discretion was a dismal failure, echoing louder than I intended.

The stranger’s grin widened, revealing a confidence that seemed almost contagious. He sauntered closer, his swagger effortless, and slid into the seat next to me as if it were his rightful place.

Roman muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse in a language I didn’t recognize. His glare was fierce enough to melt steel.

“Hi,” the stranger said, lifting his hand in a playful wave, though we were so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “You must be the fiancée and the best friend.” His voice dripped with a teasing amusement that made my skin prickle.

Before I could collect my scattered thoughts, Roman snapped, “Leave her alone. What are you doing here, Reese?”

Reese.

The name fit him perfectly—sleek, sharp, and almost too beautiful for his own good. He leaned back with a nonchalance that made his tailored three-piece suit appear as if it had been tailored just for him.

“Excuse his manners, sweet pea,” Reese said, his eyes sparkling as they settled on me. “Not all of us were raised in a cave. Just him. I’m Reese, the younger brother.” His gaze lingered on my face, an intensity that was both flattering and unsettling. “And what’s your name, honey?”

I blinked, shooting a glance at Roman, seeking his approval or disapproval to respond. He remained silent, his mood darkening the atmosphere around us, his eyes simmering with barely contained fury, as if he were on the brink of leaping across the table and committing fratricide.

“Savannah,” I finally managed to say, my voice softer than I intended.

Reese’s smile widened, and for a fleeting moment, a chill ran down my spine. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Roman—same sharp bone structure, same piercing gaze—but there was a playful edge to him that Roman would never allow himself to exhibit. He was like a polished mirror image, dangerous in a way that was entirely different.

“Reese, I ask you again,” Roman hissed, venom lacing his words, “why are you here?”

“Can’t I miss my big brother?” Reese tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What’s it been now—six years? Seven? Ten?”

“Bullshit,” Roman spat, his tone sharp.

“You know me too well, bro,” Reese replied, a smirk playing on his lips, unfazed by the tension. He produced an envelope from his jacket pocket as if he had been waiting for this precise moment. With a deliberate motion, he placed it on the table between us.

It gleamed under the dim light.

Roman regarded the card with a look of disdain, as if it were a venomous snake. Meanwhile, I found myself nearly drooling at its sight. It was black velvet, heavy in my hands, adorned with intricate spirals of gold, crimson, and emerald roses. It didn’t just look expensive; it radiated power, wealth, and authority.

“Daddy dearest is turning seventy next month,” Reese said smoothly. “You’re needed. Ryan’s been trying to reach you, but apparently, you’re too stubborn to answer.”

At the mere mention of that name, Roman’s entire demeanor shifted, his body going rigid. He glared at the card as though it were a toxic substance.

“You dare mention Ryan in my presence?” His voice was low, a dangerous growl.

Reese merely shrugged, his attention shifting back to me. “He’s our eldest brother. Can’t exactly erase him from the family. Blood’s blood, right?”

Roman let out a humorless laugh that echoed with bitterness. “You see that girl by the couple?” He gestured sharply across the room. “She’s here because of Ryan.”

Reese followed his gaze, then grinned. “She’s hot. Nice ass.”

He raised a hand sharply. “Savannah. Don’t.”

Reese chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Listen to your best friend, brother. Besides, she’s invited too. Father wants to meet her.” Then, in a softer, more dangerous tone, he added, “And Cassandra is dying to meet her as well.”

The name struck Roman like a blade, and his entire body coiled, rage rippling through him in a way that made my breath catch in my throat. Cassandra—whoever she was—had elicited a reaction from Roman that was primal, as if he wanted to strangle the very air that carried her name.

“Don’t,” he growled, stepping forward until they were toe-to-toe. “Don’t ever say that name in front of me again.”

Reese tilted his head, unbothered by the tension. “Still clinging to that old wound? You never could let things go.”

Roman’s teeth clenched, his towering figure casting a shadow over his brother. “Get. Out.”

Whispers rippled through the room, eyes darting toward the two brothers, watching the tension escalate as if it were a spectacle.

Reese shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning forward slightly, an air of casual bravado about him. “Father doesn’t have much time, Roman. That’s why he wants all of us together.”

Roman’s breath hitched, confusion and concern flickering in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Reese’s smirk faltered for just a moment, his tone softening. “He’s sick. Terminal. A few months left, maybe less.”

The world tilted on its axis.

Roman’s face remained impassive, but I could see the storm brewing in his eyes, a dangerous tension building that threatened to erupt. My own chest tightened, my heart racing as the weight of Reese’s words settled over us like an ominous shroud.