From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413

Chapter 234: Don’t Come Down

Savannah

“You’re pregnant?”

“Are you pregnant?”

The words collided in the air, spoken at the exact same moment by two different men, carrying two very different weights.

Jace’s voice cracked, emotional and disbelieving.

Julius’s was sharp, almost triumphant–like he’d just found another weapon to use against me.

Every eye in the room turned toward me.

The gun was still pointed. Blood was still pooling on the floor. Paula was still lying there, gasping weakly now, her breaths shallow and

uneven. And yet somehow, this–this–was the moment everything hinged on.

Chloe’s lips curved into a slow, poisonous smile. “What? You didn’t tell uncle Jace that he’s going to be a grand daddy soon?”

I met her gaze and felt something dark coil in my chest. Rage. Fear. Defiance. I refused to give her the satisfaction of watching me break.

“Yes,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was heavy, crushing. Like the house itself was holding its breath.

Jace stared at me. Not the guarded, cautious stare he’d been wearing all day but something stripped bare. His face drained of color as realization set in. Shock gave way to disbelief, then to something far worse.

Hurt.

Deep, aching hurt.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say my name, but no sound came out.

Julius scoffed. “Like mother, like daughter,” he muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. “At the end of the day, that’s all you women are ever good for.”

My stomach twisted violently–not from the pregnancy, but from the venom in his words. I’d heard his cruelty my entire life, but today, it felt sharper. More painful.

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Roman shifted beside me. I felt it even before 1 sew it the way his truly were twt,

say anything, face spike.

“Chloe,” he said, his voice strained, hoarse. “She’s losing too much blood, 1 need to

Chloe laughed. It wasn’t a light laugh. It was sharp and very unhinged. The kind of laughter that extend ton loody is a tones walios

fear.

“You’ve really got some nerve, Uncle face,” she said, “You plotted with your adopted daughter wysinst me because of your leftinate

daughter. And now you think you’re in a position to ask me for help?”

Jace flinched like she’d slapped him. “Chloe,” he tried again, desperation creeping into his voice, “You don’t ware blood on your hands-

“Do I look like I care at this point?!” she shrieked. Her grip tightened on the gun, knuckles white. “My life is ruined!” she screamed. “Have you forgotten how you all turned my wedding into a circus–a rendezvous just to mock me! You destroyed my reputation, dragged my name through the mud, and not one of you stopped to think about how I’d ever recover from that

Her chest heaved violently, mascara streaking down her cheeks, eyes wild and unfocused.“I lost everything

But Roman had clearly heard enough. “Shut up and drop the gun, Chloe,” he said quietly. “Nobody cares! That’s what you want to hear, right? You’re so insane you tell yourself that nobody loves you and you even believe it.”

His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. There was something final in it–something lethal.

“You shut up!” Chloe screamed.

“Last warning.” Roman warned.

Chloe threw her head back and laughed again. “Or what?”

Before Roman could respond, my mother stepped forward, her hands shaking but raised in a placating gesture.

“Chloe, please,” Mom said softly. “Despite the gun–despite everything–we can talk about this. About all of it. Please, honey.”

Chloe’s eyes flicked to her, burning. “I don’t want to talk!” she screamed. “Not anymore!”

Alyssa let out a broken sob. “Chloe, please,” she begged. “This girl is dying. Please.”

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