From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 472

“No,” I said flatly. “You can’t do that. You won’t.”

His brow arched in mild amusement. Without looking away from me, he spoke. “Hudson.”

Calder responded instantly. “General.”

“Ensure a guard is stationed in every restroom in this house.”

“Yes, General.”

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“And make sure they notify me every time Miss Hart intends to use one.” His smile was thin and very cruel.

My blood boiled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had hated someone this much–viscerally, violently. The urge to throw something, to

scream, to claw his eyes out surged through me.

“So now there are going to be guards in my bedroom?” I demanded.

Reginald leaned back. “Yes. You mentioned it, didn’t you? Thank you for the reminder.”

That was it.

I shot to my feet so fast the chair screeched across the floor. “You’re sick,” I snapped. “Absolutely fucking sick. And count your days,

Reginald, because I know exactly what you did.”

His expression didn’t change.

“You sent that man,” I continued, shaking with rage, “to drug your own son. While your other son watched. Your plans failed.”

Nothing. No denial. No anger. No shock.

Instead, he spoke gently, like a disappointed parent. “You lack manners, Miss Hart. It’s obvious your parents failed to raise you properly.”

I stared at him, disbelief burning behind my eyes.

“But you’re in luck,” he continued. “If there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s training people. After all, look at Roman. Such a fine young man he turned out to be. Just like his siblings.”

He smirked.

Something inside me snapped.

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“Roman is decent despite you,” I said coldly. “He’s a good man. You didn’t make him that. All you did was traumatize him. Break him. Hurt him.” I laughed bitterly. “You’re right. Maybe my parents did a shit job raising me. But at least I never had to worry about my father

being the type to steal his child’s lover.”

The effect was immediate. The smirk vanished. The mask shattered so completely I could almost hear it crack.

“Oh,” I said softly, feigning surprise. “I guess I hit a nerve.”

For the first time, something flickered in his eyes. Rage. Something old and ugly.

“I know the game you’re playing,” I went on. “Station guards wherever you want. Hell, shove them up your ass for all I care. But if you

ever try to touch my child-”

I leaned forward, voice deadly calm.

“-all it takes is one click. And the world will know you’ve been murdering your grandchildren before they even took their first breath. And you’ll explain exactly what happened to Dahlia. Why she was always so uncomfortable around you.”

Silence reigned. Even Calder didn’t react. I almost doubted he’d heard me.

Reginald’s hands tightened on the table, knuckles whitening. “Finished?” he asked slowly.

“You can pretend all you want,” I said. “But I know that got to you.”

He chuckled, as if indulging a child’s tantrum, and pulled a folder from the stack on his desk. “It says here,” he said casually, “that your next prenatal appointment is in roughly three weeks.”

“Yes,” I said tightly. “Roman and I were supposed to hear our baby’s heartbeat together.”

“A doctor will come here,” he said, closing the folder. “You’ll have your appointment at the manor.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not doing it without Roman. I’ll wait until he wakes up-”

“I wasn’t asking, Miss Hart.” His voice hardened. “That was an order.”

And in that moment, I knew that this wasn’t about Roman anymore. It was about my child.

And Reginald Blackwood really intended to harm it.

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