From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455

Chapter 257: Lauren White

Reese

The first thing I noticed when Savannah walked in wasn’t exactly her.

It was her dress.

It clung to her like it had been stitched onto her body with intention -not modest, not careless either, but deliberate. Too deliberate.

I didn’t send that. And that thought alone made my jaw tighten.

Asking her where she got it from or why she was wearing it would have seemed some kind of way. Possessive. Controlling. And more than anything, utterly embarrassing for her in front of people who were already watching too closely. So I kept my mouth shut, forcing my expression into something neutral, blank.

Until…

Randall asked her to move over to the right.

That was when I knew.

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That asshole just wanted to hear her speak. I bet his twisted mind got

off on that. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear her soft,

feminine, vulnerable voice in a crowded room. He had no right to be

hungry for something he had no right craving in the first place.

And what better way to hear Savannah speak than to agitate her? To

put her on the spot and watch her respond.

The neckline dipped lower than anything I would have ever given her

to wear. That dip was something I’d never allow. Not in a house

swarming with men who had little to no control over their own

actions, men whose eyes lingered too long, whose thoughts were

rarely decent.

And I wasn’t excluded from that list.

And judging from how Savannah looked like she was about to throw

up and pass out all at once, she knew it too. She sensed it. The shift

in the air. The attention that suddenly sharpened, cutting into her

skin.

Savannah knew that Randall had his eyes on her. And I was left

wondering how the hell I hadn’t seen that twist coming sooner.

How I’d been blind enough to think I could walk her into a room like

this and not have that predator notice her.

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“I would have assumed you’d stay back in Philadelphia, take over

Roman’s life,” my father said calmly. “And even his woman.”

The words sliced through my thoughts, yanking me violently out of

the memory and back into the present.

I looked up sharply, my mind dragged away from breakfast and that

damn dress and Randall’s gaze.

“Why would I want to take over my own brother’s life?” I asked,

irritation seeping into my tone before I could stop it.

He leaned back in his seat like we were discussing business over tea

instead of dissecting betrayal and blood. “I was informed that you

and his woman were alone in her bedroom while she was… indecent,”

he said, pausing like he was searching for the least offensive word.

As if any word would make that sentence less insulting.

I knew exactly what he was referring to.

That night. The night I returned to the manor. The night that had already been twisted and exaggerated into something ugly.

“That’s misleading. We just talked. Nothing happened,” I replied casually, even though the lie tasted bitter on my tongue. “And this

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