From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491

Chapter 279: Think About Us

Roman

“Leave us. Everyone. Except you, Hudson.” My father didn’t raise his

voice. He never needed to. Power had a way of lowering its tone.

The command landed in the room with quiet authority. Very calm and

very measured. Like he knew his word was law.

The guards reacted instantly. Boots shifted. Bodies turned. Obedience

was practically muscle memory for them at this point.

“Including you, Miss Hart.”

A short laugh escaped me before I could stop it. It wasn’t amusing. It was sarcastic. “She’s going nowhere,” I said. “And you know it. Don’t

make a fool of yourself.”

His eyes moved to me, steady and unreadable. The same eyes that had watched me learn to walk. The same eyes that had watched women

die in this house without flinching knowing fully well he was behind

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“Roman,” he began, patience definitely running thin, “if we’re going

to discuss sensitive matters-”

“Sensitive matters that involve her,” I cut in smoothly. “Let’s not

pretend otherwise.”

Savannah stood beside me, silent but present. I could feel the tension

in her body without looking. Her fingers hovered near my arm, not touching, as if she didn’t know whether she was even allowed to.

“You brought us here,” I continued. “You kept her here. You forced her to have her appointment under your supervision. You involved her in your crazy schemes. So don’t suddenly act like she’s an outsider now because we’re discussing the depths of your filth.”

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. A small fracture in the mask.

Behind him, Hudson stood like a statue. If he heard anything alarming, he didn’t react. Years of service had taught him when not to

hear. Just like now.

“Roman,” my father said again, slower now, “let her step outside.”

“And I already said no.” The words came out harder than I intended, but I didn’t soften them. “Give me the tapes,” I added. “And we can stop wasting each other’s time.”

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His brows drew together faintly. “Then I do not know what you’re

talking about.”

The lie was delivered without hesitation. Smooth. Practiced. Of course he had experience. He had told greater lies to greater

audiences.

“You don’t?” I mocked him. “Not even about Serena Matthews?”

That surprised him. Just a little bit. But it was gone before I could

blink.

“If you’re here repeating the ramblings of conspiracy theorists,” he went on, “then there truly is nothing for us to discuss.”

A slow breath filled my lungs. The room felt smaller. The air was heavier. Then I went forward.

“Senator Nathan White,” I said. “The party man.”

Silence. His expression did not change.

“Julius Hart. The law man.”

Savannah’s breath hitched beside me.

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“Jace Hart. The Medicine Man.”

I took a step closer. That was when I noticed a frown. It was brief. But

it was there. Almost like… that was a misplaced name.

“Asher Kingston. The Rapist Professor.”

Another step.

“And Reginald Blackwood.”

Now we stood only a few feet apart. Father and son. Predator and

successor. Creation and creator.

“The general.”

Nothing moved. Not a blink. Not a breath. But the atmosphere in the room had shifted. Something invisible had surfaced between us-

recognition.

Did I miss anything? The question lingered unsaid, but the answer was already there.

His voice, when he spoke, was calm enough to be unsettling. “You’re

still recovering. Hallucination and agitation is expected.”

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Deflection. Dismissal. Diagnosis instead of response.

“Where are the tapes?” I demanded.

He folded his hands behind his back, posture immaculate. “We will speak when you’re in better control of yourself,” he said. “And when she is not present.” His gaze flicked briefly to Savannah.

My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Then prepare to go viral,

father.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. But it was not a smile. It was

something chilling.

“You live under my roof,” he said. “You breathe my air. And your girlfriend is carrying a child.”

Each statement landed like a quiet threat.

“Have it your way, son.‘

Savannah gasped softly. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t afford to.

“Are you threatening me?” I asked.

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