From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 435

Chapter 245: Which One Are You?

Savannah

There really wasn’t a proper word for the bedroom.

I searched for one as I stood just inside the doorway, my hand still

resting on the door handle, my body frozen like I might be intruding

on something sacred–or cursed. Grand didn’t quite cover it.

Luxurious felt cheap in comparison. Extravagant didn’t capture the

weight of it.

Majestic came closest.

The room looked like something lifted straight out of a historical painting, the kind framed in gold and guarded by velvet ropes in museums. Deep crimson drapes cascaded from the ceiling, pooling

against polished marble floors. Gold detailing traced every surface-

along the furniture, the walls, the molding, even the edges of the

mirrors. Nothing sparkled obnoxiously, yet everything gleamed with a kind of quiet arrogance, like it knew it was priceless and just didn’t

need any validation.

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And the bed.

God.

It was massive. Oversized to the point of intimidation. A canopy bed

-an actual fucking canopy bed–in this century. Thick red fabric

hung from carved golden posts, framing crisp sheets and pillows that

looked untouched, unslept in. Like no one had ever truly rested there.

Strange.

That was the word that finally settled in my chest.

Strange and wrong.

I stepped inside and let the door close behind me with a soft, final

click that echoed far too loudly in the silence. The air was cool–too

cool. Not the pleasant chill of air conditioning, but something

heavier. Still. As though the manor itself was holding its breath.

I wrapped my arms around myself without realizing I’d done it,

rubbing my hands up and down my arms as I crossed the room,

feeling rather small. My footsteps sounded muted against the floor,

swallowed instantly. No creaks. No distant hum. No voices drifting

through walls.

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Nothing.

Yet I knew I wasn’t alone.

Asides Reginald, Roman, Reese, the security and staff, seven people

lived here. Seven individuals hiding behind these walls, each with

their own intentions, secrets, and loyalties. The thought settled

uncomfortably in my stomach.

I reached the bed and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping slightly

under my weight. It was softer than I expected. Warmer. That only

made the hollowness sharper.

This wasn’t home.

I lay back slowly, staring up at the canopy as my chest rose and fell

with a long, exhausted breath. My mind betrayed me instantly,

dragging me backward in time to the first moment I’d heard about

this place. How excited I’d been. How curious. How naive.

I cringed now just remembering it.

I would give anything to go back to our place. To our bed. To Roman’s

arms around me in the dark, his steady breathing against my neck.

Our small, imperfect, warm world.

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But it was too late now.

Only now did I truly understand why Roman had never wanted me

anywhere near this manor. Why he’d always insisted when I asked

questions. Why his jaw tightened whenever his family was

mentioned. I have come to realize that most of the things I argued

with him about? That was him protecting me from what I didn’t

know.

I’m so sorry, Roman. I should have treated you better.

I already hated it here.

Yes, the wealth was obscene. The grandeur was undeniable. But

stripped of all that, the manor felt empty. Loveless. Cold in a way that

had nothing to do with temperature.

I turned my head toward the window, watching heavy curtains sway

faintly despite there being no breeze.

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