From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 437

Chapter 246: A House Full Of Lies

Savannah

I searched my memory again, slower this time, as if digging deeper

might suddenly unearth something I’d missed.

Ramsey.

The name rang hollow. I had nothing.

Roman had never mentioned a Ramsey. Not once in passing, not in

irritation, not even during one of those rare moments where he spoke

about his family with exhaustion etched into his voice.

Reese hadn’t either–and it wasn’t like Reese talked a lot to me

though.

But if there was a brother named Ramsey roaming these halls, one of them should have said something. Just like Roman mentioned River and Rhys.

Yet here he was. Ramsey Blackwood.

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Standing a few feet away from me, back turned, posture slightly hunched like he was bracing for something that never came.

“I’ve never heard about you before,” I blurted out before I could

soften it.

The words slipped free–too blunt, too honest. I winced internally,

but Ramsey only let out a quiet, nervous chuckle. He reached up and

rubbed the back of his neck, fingers lingering there as though the

skin might burn if he pulled away too quickly.

“Oh. That happens all the time,” he said lightly. Too lightly. “I’m kind

of… forgotten around here.”

Forgotten. The word landed harder than I expected.

“But,” he added quickly, almost rushing to fill the silence, “I’ve heard

about you. A lot, actually. Everyone’s been talking about you ever

since our brother got engaged to you.”

My lips twitched. Talking about me?

I resisted the urge to laugh. If people had truly been talking, it hadn’t

shown in their behavior. The cold stares, the deliberate silences, the

way they all pretended not to know I was already here–it didn’t feel

like curiosity. It felt like judgment already passed.

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“Bad things, I suppose?” I asked quietly.

The General wouldn’t hesitate to poison his children against me.

That much I’d already learned. Reginald Blackwood wielded words

like weapons, and I was an easy target—a woman who had dared to

step into his carefully controlled dynasty and disrupt it.

Ramsey didn’t answer immediately.

His back was still to me, shoulders stiffening slightly, as if my

question had forced him to choose between politeness and truth.

Usually, people chose politeness. Usually, they lied.

But Ramsey didn’t.

“Yes,” he said at last. “All bad things.”

The honesty hit me harder than any insult could have.

“I’ve heard you’re controlling Roman. That you’re a very bad woman.”

His voice was steady, unembellished, like he was reciting facts from a

list. “That you turned him against his own family. That you’re with

him because he’s rich. That you’re forcing him to marry you.”

Each sentence struck like a measured blow. I stood still, towel

clutched tighter around my body, forcing myself not to react–not to

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interrupt, not to shield myself from the truth being laid bare so

plainly.

“And,” he continued, “that you’re the reason he changed his sole

inheritor… from Reese to you.”

The room seemed to tilt.

“What?” I breathed. That last statement slammed into me like a

freight train.

Reese had been Roman’s next of kin?

My stomach dropped.

Oh, Roman. What have you done? What were you thinking?

A rush of emotions collided inside me–shock, guilt, fear, something

dangerously close to grief. I hadn’t known anything about Roman’s

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