From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389

Chapter 221: The Wrong Trunk

Reese

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Roman rarely looks afraid. He’s the one who laughs at danger, who smirks in the face of chaos, who doesn’t flinch when The General raises hell. But right now, the way he’s staring at me like he’s waiting to hear the verdict that might shatter the floor beneath him… yeah!

He’s scared. But not of our father. He’s scared because he suspects I murdered Serena. Or had something to do with her death.

“Reese,” he says, voice low, tight. “What do you mean by that?”

I swallow, my throat already burning. “I knew her,” I whisper. “I met Serena Matthews. But I didn’t know

what she was. Not until she died.”

Roman leaned forward, impatient. “Where? How? When did you–just talk, dammit!”

“I am talking!” I snap, louder than I intended. “I’m saying something, aren’t I?!”

“Well get on with it then!”

“For fuck’s sake!” I drag both hands through my hair, pacing. “You’re driving me fucking nuts, Roman!”

He shuts up, but his eyes don’t leave me. Paula sits still too still. Her hands folded tightly in her lap, her

lips pressed together like she’s bracing for an explosion

I inhale hard. “It was winter. The beginning of winter that year. I’d gone outside to smoke because I didn’t want him to catch me smoking inside the house. I told myself I’d take a few drags and go back inside but… Odin had sprained his ankle that week, and I wanted to check on him in the stables.”

Roman frowns. “That long ago? It’s been years?”

I nod. “Yeah. Years. But I remember it like it happened esterday.”

Because trauma does that. It stamps itself into your bones and refuses to fade.

“I heard a sound inside the stable,” I continued. “But not a horse. Not an animal. It was…it was more like

someone trying not to cry.”

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Chapter 389

Paula’s breath catches quietly.

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“I walked in and saw her,” I said softly. “This girl. She was on the ground, leaning against the wooden post. Her hair was messy, her clothes torn, and she had blood everywhere. All over her legs. Her feet…”

I close my eyes for a second.

“Her feet were shredded. Cuts, blisters, swollen to hell, bleeding. I’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the training fields.”

Roman’s jaw clenches so tight the muscle near his cheek jumps.

“I asked if she’d run through the forest to have such damage to her feet. She said no.”

“Then how did she get onto our grounds?” Roman demands.

Paula answers before I can. “She must’ve somehow managed to escape from where they were torturing

her.”

I nod slowly. “Yeah. But I didn’t know that then. I asked for her name–she could barely whisper it. Serena

Matthews. First time I’d ever heard it, so nothing clicked.”

I grip the edge of the sofa, grounding myself.

“She told me she’d been held captive. Tortured for months. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. She didn’t even realize she’d slipped into the wrong car.”

Roman blinks. “Wrong car?”

“The General’s car,” I say hoarsely. “She must’ve either been pitied by one of the people holding her or she outsmarted them. She told me they’d forgotten to tighten her binds. She set herself free and crawled into

the trunk of the car that made deliveries to them.

She’d hoped to somehow reach a police station and file a report. But sadly, she crawled into the wrong car. Our father must have paid a visit to the people doing his dirty job and she hid inside his trunk, thinking she’d be taken far away. Instead…he drove her straight into hell.”

Paula listened.

“Or maybe. She crawled into the right trunk. But the deliveries came from Blackwood Manor. That’s why she ended up there. It makes me sick to think that we fad criminals who tortured and locked up a

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