From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

She snapped her head toward him, fury blazing in her eyes. “Shut up!” she spat. “You shot me, remember?!”

From the corner of my vision, I saw Julius start to edge forward, his movements slow and deliberate.

Roman didn’t flinch. “And I’d do it again,” he said coldly. “You’re not in your right mind.”

Chloe laughed. It was a sharp, hollow sound that made my skin prickle. “You really aren’t afraid of anything, are you?” she asked mockingly. “Even with a gun in my hand, you still aren’t scared.”

“Chloe,” Alyssa said softly, her voice shaking. “Please. Mom’s sick. Emily’s upstairs and she probably heard the gunshot. She’s scared, Chloe. Please put the gun down.”

Chloe scoffed. “You’re all unbelievable.” She gestured wildly with the gun. “Do you even care about me? Any of you?”

The question hit something ugly inside me. I almost laughed. The most pampered person in the room. The one who’d been protected, indulged, excused–still standing there, holding a gun, demanding to know if she was loved.

This must be her sick version of a joke.

Mom stepped forward despite herself. “Of course we care about you, sweetie,” she said desperately. “Please–please stop this.”

“Stop saying that!” Chloe shrieked. “Stop telling me to stop!” Her chest heaved as years of bottled rage poured out. “I sat there and listened to all of you argue about whose fault it was that Savannah suffered!” she screamed, pointing straight in my direction. “What about me?! Haven’t I suffered too? Didn’t I suffer in silence for over a decade?! What makes her so special?!”

My throat closed.

“Chloe, this isn’t the time,” Jace snapped hoarsely, glancing down at Paula. Her breathing was shallow now, uneven. “She’s losing a lot of

blood.”

“Good!” Chloe screeched. “I should shoot you as well, uncle Jace. You brought her into my life to play with my emotions. All so you can get revenge for Savannah! It’s always about her!”

The word echoed like a slap.

“It’s good!” she continued hysterically. “This way I can get justice. This way I can watch her die!”

Mom gasped, stumbling back into Alyssa.

Chloe paced like a caged animal. “I loved her,” she said, her voice cracking. “I trusted her. And she played me. She played me the entire time. It was all a lie.” She jabbed the gun toward her head. “And no one cared what that did to me. What that did to me up here.”

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Chapter 412

“Give me the gun, Chloe.” Julius stepped closer, his voice gentle, pleading. He reached out slowly. “I’ll take care of this. All of it. I promise -you won’t have to go to jail for this.”

She spun on him, eyes blazing.

“Get away from me, Dad!” she screamed, aiming the gun at his chest. “If your brother is telling the truth–if you were having an affair with Monica–then it’s your fault that bastard forced himself on me for years! It’s your fault he raped Savannah!”

The room went dead silent.

Julius staggered back like he’d been struck. “Chloe,” he whispered. “I would never–never hurt you intentionally.”

She shook her head violently, gripping the gun with both hands. “I don’t trust you anymore. I don’t believe anything you say.”

“Sav.”

Roman’s whisper cut through the chaos.

I looked at him.

“Take my phone, baby,” he murmured. “Call an ambulance. Now.”

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