From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434

This was where Room gap. These be spent most of his life. Where something something terrible–had happened to him.

I dowly turned, taking it all in again, trying to imagine him here. Not the man new. Not the sharp, guarded, infuriatingly complex Roman I had fallen for.

Small. Wisemile Hose & borse far too big to ever feel like a home.

1 God my eyes and tried to see it through his eyes.

The mess balls. The echoing slence. The weight of expectation pressing down on him from every direction. The presence of a father who ruled more than he Sowed. The presence of sholings who let more like friends then siblings.

My chest perset quibully.

“I’m losing my stint,” I murmured. “What am I even doing?

The sound of wheels selling over stor stapped me out of it. My eyes flew open just in time to see Roman being wheeled toward the manor doors, his still bem surrounded by medical staff and flanked by armed guards. The General walked ahead of them, posture straight, expression blank.

Y urged through me

“Wait- I said, already moving

I tak later them, practically jogging as I tried to keep up with the General his small army of men. Seriously–why did one man need this many armed guards? There were scary looking soldiers positioned everywhere I looked in the manor. Scattered everywhere, standing at attention like statues, weapons visible and ready

It was unsettling. No–it was terrifying

I showed the thought aside and focused on Roman. The General hadn’t even told the where they were taking him.

*where exactly are you taking him?” I asked, falling into step beside him

He didn’t show. Didn’t turn. Didn’t acknowledge me at all.

I riented my jaw and glanced around as we crossed the threshold into the man

My breath caught

The interior was even more extravagant than the outside.

A maste chandelier bang from the ceiling of the grand foyer, glittering with so many crystals it looked like a galaxy frozen in place. The foyer was easily the wize of my retire apartment–Baybe even bigger. The marble floors beneath our feet shone so brightly they reflected everything above them, spotless to

• degree that frá einust obosove,

the sense scrub the floors? Daily? Hourly?

“I asked pe action. I said sherply, inntation Bleeding into my voice.

Chapter 434

Nothing. He didn’t even glance in my direction this time.

The medical staff exchanged awkward looks, and heat crept up my neck. I hated that. I hated feeling dismissed. Invisible.

We began ascending a massive staircase that split into two sweeping sides, each step wide and grand. Left alone, I would’ve gotten lost in minutes. But everyone else moved with ease, like they knew this place by heart. Like it owned them.

The hallway we entered next stretched endlessly ahead of us, wide and imposing Servants stood along the walls, heads bowed, eyes firmly fixed on the flost Not a single one looked up–not at me, not at the General.

The air felt heavy.

What happens if they do look up? I wondered darkly. What’s the punishment?

Portraits lined the walls–men and women painted in oil, all sharp cheekbones, black hair and cold eyes, dressed in finery that screamed old money. Generations of power stared down at us, judging silently.

I didn’t look at them for long. I couldn’t.

My legs began to ache as we continued walking. The distance felt ridiculous. My breathing grew shallow, my patience fraying with every step.

This journey–this unending march through luxury and control–was starting to grate on my nerves.

“Aren’t we there yet?” I snapped, unable to stop myself.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the General slowed just enough to glance at me, his expression flat.

“You asked to come along, Miss Hart,” he said coolly. “Now you will endure the journey.”

My hands curled into fists.

Fine.

I ignored him completely after that. And oddly enough, it gave me a small, petty sense of satisfaction.

breath. Finally–finally–we stopped in front of a set of double doors. “Fucking finally,” uttered under my

The doors opened, and Roman was wheeled inside immediately. The room beyond looked less like a bedroom and more like a private hospital suite. Machines lined the walls, screens flickering with steady rhythms, equipment far more advanced than anything I’d seen back in New Hope.

Even without medical knowledge, I could tell–this was the best of the best. Everything Roman could possibly need was here.

They carefully transferred him to the bed, their movements practiced and gentle stood frozen, watching as wires and tubes were connected, as machines. hummed softly to life.

Seeing him like that–it hurt in a way I wasn’t prepared for. He looked peaceful. Too peaceful As if he were just sleeping. As if he might wake up any second and ask why I looked like I’d seen a ghost. Then he’d hug me and slowly rub my back whispering comforting words.

My chest ached. My throat burned. “I still can’t believe this,” I whispered to myself.

The General’s voice cut through the room. “You will be staying in the room next door. The servants have prepared ite

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