From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424

But he wasn’t finished.

“You think I don’t know what goes on in my own son’s life?” he continued calmly. “You think I am unaware that less than a month ago

Roman altered his will? That he made you the sole inheritor of everything he owns and has worked for?”

My stomach burned.

“You think I do not know your plan, girl?”

My head spun violently. A will? Roman… changed his will?

I opened my mouth–but nothing came out. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t process the words being hurled at me like weapons. Roman would have told me. He would have–he would never make a decision like that without talking to me.

Would he?

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I finally stammered, my voice barely audible. “I swear. I had no idea Roman did anything like

that. You have to believe me.”

Even as I said it, I knew how useless it sounded.

“Lies,” he spat. “All lies.”

His gaze dragged over me slowly, critically, like he could physically see deceit etched into my skin.

“You come from a family of liars. Whores. Thieves. Social climbers. You are no different,” he said coldly. “You are a Hart. You will always

be one.”

Each word landed like a slap.

“You will never be a Blackwood, Savannah Hart,” he continued. “You will never fit in. You will never be enough.”

Something inside me snapped.

The pain in my abdomen still burned, my heart still shattered–but anger surged through me, raw and fierce and uncontrollable. So I stepped forward. I ignored the dizziness. Ignored the fear. I raised my trembling hand, holding it up between us.

“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice shaking but strong. “This ” I gestured to the ring on my finger. “This is my engagement ring. Roman

gave it to me. It’s a symbol of his love for me. A promise that he is going to marry me.”

His eyes darkened.

“It’s a promise,” I continued, my voice rising, “that he chose me. That he wants me. He loves me more than anyone else in the more th he wants our child. Roman and I love each other, and that is the only thing that matters?

I took another step forward.

“Not your opinion. Not your power. And certainly not your threats.”

The words poured out of me, fueled by desperation and love and sheer defiance.

“So if you think this is an opportunity to tear us apart,” I said, my voice breaking, as I raised it, “you’re mistakes. Roman and I will ever break up. He chose me. He chose us. And he did so because he loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me thy des heaved. “So you can choke on that, General Blackwood,”

For a terrifying moment, I thought he would strike me. His face twisted into something murderous. The veins is kis hand bulged as he gripped the cane so tightly his knuckles went white,

Then just when I feared he’d hit me with the cane, a voice cut in.

“Sav!”

Alyssa’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. She rushed toward me, Emily asleep in her arms, her face pale with alanm

“What’s going on?” she asked urgently. Then her gaze snapped to the General. “Who is he?” Then she turned back to me. “Is this ma bothering you, Sav?”

I opened my mouth to answer but pain exploded through me. White–hot, blinding pain.

I screamed as my legs gave out, collapsing to the floor, clutching my stomach as a horrifying warmth spread between my thighs.

Alyssa’s scream echoed as I looked down with shaking hands.

Blood.

“No–no–no,” I sobbed, terror ripping through me. “Please, God. Please. No. Someone–someone call a doctor! Please!*

Then everything blurred.

Voices shouted. Footsteps rushed. Alyssa knelt beside me, still carrying Emily, crying, calling my name over and over as blood continued to soak through my clothes.

But through it all, Reginald Blackwood did not move. He stood there, unmoved. Unbothered. Furious. As if he was carved from cruelty.

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