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

Chapter 434

This was where Roman grew up. Where he spent most of his life.

Where something–something terrible–had happened to him.

I slowly turned, taking it all in again, trying to imagine him here. Not

the man I knew. Not the sharp, guarded, infuriatingly complex Roman

I had fallen for.

But a boy.

Small. Vulnerable. Alone in a house far too big to ever feel like a

home.

I closed my eyes and tried to see it through his eyes.

The endless halls. The echoing silence. The weight of expectation

pressing down on him from every direction. The presence of a father

who ruled more than he loved. The presence of siblings who felt more

like friends than siblings.

My chest tightened painfully.

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

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The sound of wheels rolling over stone snapped me out of it. My eyes

flew open just in time to see Roman being wheeled toward the manor

doors, his still form surrounded by medical staff and flanked by

armed guards. The General walked ahead of them, posture straight,

expression blank.

Panic surged through me.

“Wait-” I said, already moving.

I took off after them, practically jogging as I tried to keep up with the General and 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 shoved the thought aside and focused on Roman. The General

hadn’t even told me where they were taking him.

“Where exactly are you taking him?” I asked, falling into step beside

him.

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

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I clenched my jaw and glanced around as we crossed the threshold

into the manor.

My breath caught.

The interior was even more extravagant than the outside.

A massive chandelier hung 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 size of my entire apartment–maybe even

bigger. The marble floors beneath our feet shone so brightly they

reflected everything above them, spotless to a degree that felt almost

obsessive.

How often did the servants scrub these floors? Daily? Hourly?

“I asked you a question,” I said sharply, irritation bleeding into my

voice.

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

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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 floor. 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.

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“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.

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