From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464

Chapter 262: Pinky Swear

Savannah

My thoughts refused to settle.

They spun endlessly, colliding into one another relentlessly. Every

time I thought I’d reached some fragile understanding, another

memory surfaced.

River was the one who finally broke the silence.

“You mentioned earlier,” she began, her voice gentle and measured,

as though she were stepping through a minefield, “that someone was

injecting Roman.”

I nodded, slowly. My neck felt stiff, like even that small movement

took effort.

“Did you see the person’s face?” she asked. “Did you recognize him?”

Another nod. This one was heavier.

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“Yes,” I said quietly. “He was there when Roman was shot. In New

Hope. I saw him that day. He was also in Italy. That was the first time I saw him.” My fingers curled into the fabric of my blouse. “He disappeared right after Roman was shot. I never saw him again until

today. That bastard.”

River’s lips pressed into a thin line as she processed that. Her gaze drifted, unfocused, staring at something far beyond the walls of the

room.

“Then how did he get here?” she murmured. “Do you have any idea?” She hesitated, then looked at me again, eyes sharp despite the

softness. “You think he’s working for my father, don’t you?” The

words landed softly.

I looked down at my hands, at how tightly I was gripping the hem of

my blouse, my knuckles pale. I didn’t know how to respond.

Reginald was her father. Saying his name felt dangerous enough.

Accusing him–especially to his daughter–felt like crossing an

invisible line I wasn’t sure I was ready to.

Silence stretched between us. I could feel it weighing on her, on me,

pressing into my lungs.

Then River laughed softly. Not amused. Not happy. Just… tired.

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“I understand,” she said, as if she could hear the war raging inside my

head.

I swallowed but didn’t speak.

I didn’t know what to say anymore. Not after everything. Not after

realizing how easily loyalty could be faked, how quickly trust could

turn lethal. I didn’t know who was safe in this house. I didn’t know

who was watching. I didn’t even know if I was allowed to breathe

without permission.

River seemed kind. She seemed sincere. But looks were deceptive.

Those wide green eyes–soft, doe–like, almost innocent–could easily

be hiding something sharp underneath. Something vicious.

Something trained.

Still, my silence didn’t discourage her. If anything, it seemed to make

her more determined.

“My father engaged me to Arthur on my tenth birthday,” she said

suddenly.

The words were so calm they made my chest tighten.

“I didn’t even know what that meant then,” she continued, staring

down at her hands. “I thought it was something like a promise. Like a

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pinky swear for grownups. Something adults talked about and forgot.”

She let out a quiet breath. “Now it’s been fifteen years. Fifteen years

of knowing exactly what it means.”

I remained quiet, afraid that if I spoke, I’d stop her from going any

further.

“I’ve had fifteen years to understand that I’ll be Arthur’s wife,” she

said. “And the mother of his children. Regardless of how I feel.

Regardless of how he feels. Regardless of the fact that my heart wants

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