From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Chapter 233: Who Was Shot?

Savannah

The first thing I thought when I heard the gunshot wasn’t I’m going to die. It wasn’t we’re all going to die.

It was who was shot?

The sound cracked through the room like glass shattering inside my skull. Loud. Violent. Final.

That for a split second, the world froze, suspended between before and after, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up.

My eyes went straight to Roman.

I scanned his immaculate white shirt in a blind panic, searching for red. My heart slammed against my ribs as my gaze dragged over his chest, his stomach, his side–anywhere a bullet might have torn through him.

Nothing. No blood. No spreading stain.

I sucked in a sharp breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, relief crashing over me so hard it made my knees weak. But that relief barely had time to settle before something else sliced through the air.

A sound. A sharp, broken inhale. It didn’t come from Roman. It came from Paula.

For a second, my brain refused to process it. Refused to accept what my eyes were seeing. Then Paula’s knees buckled, and reality slammed into me with brutal force.

“No-” My scream tore out of me before I could stop it. “Paula!”

She fell forward, and Jace caught her instinctively, his arms wrapping around her as they both hit the floor hard. His back slammed against the marble, but he didn’t seem to feel it. His entire focus was on the girl in his arms.

For a heartbeat, Jace looked frozen. Like time had locked him in place. His eyes were widely staring down at her face as if his mind couldn’t connect the dots yet.

Then it hit him.

“Oh God–no.” His voice broke apart. “No, no, no-”

Paula gasped again, a wet, choking sound, and his hands flew to her abdomen. Blood was already spreading there, blooming fast and terrifyingly bright against her clothes.

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“Someone call an ambulance!” fare screamed, his voice cracking as he pressed his hands harder against the wound. “Please someone help

her! She’s bleeding–she’s bleeding!”

The room erupted,

Mom screamed, both hands flying to her mouth as she staggered back like she might faint. Alyssa went deathly pale, her eyes locked on Paula, her lips trembling but no sound coming out. In that moment I feared for her. Her sanity. Her mental health. The negative aftereffects that today’s violence would have on her.

And me? I couldn’t look away from the person holding the gun.

Chloe,

She stood a few feet away, her arm still extended, the gun aimed downward toward Paula and Jace like she was considering finishing the job. Her face was eerily calm. Empty. Like something inside her had finally snapped, leaving behind nothing but cold, brittle rage in a fragile shell.

“Chloe…” My voice came out as a whisper. “Why?”

She didn’t answer right away.

My gaze flicked to the floor beside the dead guard Paula had shot earlier. My stomach twisted violently. The gun wasn’t there. It wasn’t lying on the marble. It wasn’t anywhere in sight.

And suddenly it clicked.

In the chaos. In the shouting. In the moment when everyone’s attention had been pulled toward Paula, Chloe had taken it.

She turned her head slowly toward me, the gun never wavering. Her eyes met mine as I peeped from Roman’s back, and I felt something icy crawl down my spine.

“You’re all so selfish,” she said. Her voice was steady. Too steady.

Jace wasn’t listening to her. He was rocking slightly now, pressing down harder on Paula’s wound as blood soaked through his fingers.

“Please–someone–call an ambulance!” he begged. “She’s dying! Can’t you see she’s dying?!”

“No one moves!” Chloe screamed suddenly, her composure shattering. She lifted the gun higher, sweeping it across the room. “Not a single step! Anyone moves and I swear I’ll shoot again!”

Everyone froze. Even the air felt heavy.

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