From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 116

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 75: All Eyes On You**

The stillness that enveloped the room after my hand connected with Chloe’s face was almost suffocating. It felt as if time itself had paused, each person holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable fallout.

I knew my sister all too well. Silence was a fleeting thing when it came to her.

With a piercing squeal, she lunged at me, her palm striking my cheek with a force that felt like fire. The sting was sharp, yet it barely registered in the whirlwind of emotions surging through me. I had been anticipating her retaliation.

Chloe always fought back. But this time, I craved her defiance. I needed her to ignite the spark that would set off the explosion. And that was precisely what she had just done.

“How dare you!” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage as it boiled over like a pot left too long on the stove. I struck her cheek again, this time with more force, and then again. Each blow resonated through the grand hall, loud and unyielding, a symphony of chaos.

Gasps rippled through the ballroom like a wave, but I was beyond caring.

I was finished. Finished with Chloe’s insufferable smirks, her voice like glass—delicate yet cutting. Finished with her endless manipulations that twisted my reality. Finished with her being Daddy’s favored child while I was left to bow and scrape, grateful for mere scraps. Finished with her accusations that I had ever caused her pain when I had done nothing of the sort.

And I fought back.

This was more than just a physical confrontation; it was a cathartic release of years of pent-up fury, erupting in a violent crescendo on what was supposed to be her picture-perfect wedding day.

Before she could regain her composure, I seized her hair, twisting it fiercely, gripping tightly until her shrieks morphed into raw, desperate screams of agony.

“Savannah, let go!” Chloe cried, her manicured nails digging into my wrists, leaving angry red marks on my skin. “Let go, you bitch!”

Her words only stoked the flames of my anger. I yanked harder, pulling her head back until she whimpered in submission. For a fleeting moment, my eyes locked with Roman’s across the room.

The fire blazing in his gaze sent a thrill through me.

That look conveyed everything: That’s my girl.

“You wanted a grand wedding, didn’t you?” I spat, dragging her through the crowd as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll. Guests scattered in a frenzy, their expensive shoes squeaking on the polished marble floor, their elegant dresses swishing as they hurried to get out of my way. No one dared intervene. Not tonight.

Finally, I yanked her up by her hair and flung her aside like a discarded toy. She collapsed to the floor, coughing and clawing at the frosting that coated her face, eyes, and nose. Her wedding dress was a disaster, her once-pristine appearance now marred, and she looked nothing like the flawless bride she had tried to present only moments ago.

I loomed over her, chest heaving, palms still throbbing from the impact, my pulse racing like a runaway train.

“I hope you enjoyed your cake, Chlo,” I hissed, a cruel smile curling on my lips. “Bon appétit.”

“Oh my fucking God,” I heard Lizzie whisper from somewhere in the chaos, her voice trembling with disbelief.

And that was when I sensed a shift in the air. I turned just in time to see him—my father, Julius. The man who had always stood between me and everything I ever desired. The man who had elevated Chloe to angelic status while relegating me to the shadows of his indifference.

His hand descended before I could prepare myself.

The slap resonated throughout the ballroom, a white-hot pain exploding across my cheek. My head snapped sideways, and a sharp ringing filled my ear, drowning out the chaos around me.

When I finally dared to lift my gaze, his eyes burned with a fury that was both familiar and terrifying. His lips twisted in disdain, as if even the act of speaking to me was beneath him.