From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 493

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 493

Chapter 280: My Perverted Brother

Roman

Bella.

The name alone was enough to set something vicious loose inside my

chest.

The same girl Reese had mentioned earlier. The same maid Penelope

had used. The same pair of hands that had carried poison into

Dahlia’s body.

I was still staring at the door when Savannah’s voice, gentle and

unaware of the storm building beside her, granted permission.

“Oh. Come in, Bella.”

Her fingers tightened around my arm, as if instinct told her I was

already slipping beyond reason. As if she believed touch alone could

anchor me.

The door opened.

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A small figure stepped inside first–thin, quiet, almost folded into

herself. She held a stack of neatly pressed clothes to her chest.

Behind her came another maid carrying a tray of food, head lowered,

movements careful and rehearsed.

Neither of them looked up. Neither of them dared to.

“Thank you,” Savannah said politely, the way she always did with

staff, with strangers, with anyone.

My gaze locked onto the first girl.

Small. Pale. Shoulders drawn inward. A creature that survived by making itself invisible. I had a gut feeling in my chest that she was

the rat I was looking for.

“Which one of you is Bella?” I asked. My voice came out impatient

and rude.

Savannah’s grip tightened.

The girl holding the clothes stiffened. Slowly, she lifted her head a

fraction. “I’m Bella, sir-”

She didn’t finish.

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My body moved before thought could catch up. One step forward. One

reach. My hands found her throat with brutal force, my fingers

locking around fragile flesh like they had been waiting for this

moment.

The clothes slipped from her arms in surprise and scattered across

the floor. A sharp, startled sound tore from her mouth.

“Jesus Christ! Roman!” Savannah gasped behind me. “What are you

doing?!”

I didn’t look at her. “Stay out of this, Savannah.” The warning came

low, not cruel.

She stood rooted on the spot. I felt it without turning. She knew when pushing me would make things worse. She knew that tone.

The second maid stood rooted near the door, tray trembling in her

hands. She didn’t run. Didn’t scream. Fear had turned her into stone.

My entire focus was on the girl in my grasp.

This was the face that had stood near Dahlia. This quiet little thing

had helped destroy everything.

And she wasn’t fighting. That was what struck me most.

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No scratching. No desperate struggle. No frantic attempt to pry my fingers loose. She didn’t even try to breathe past the pressure.

She simply endured.

Her gaze drifted somewhere over my shoulder, refusing to meet my

eyes, as if she had already accepted whatever came next.

“You know what you did,” I said quietly, tightening my grip. “Do you

know who I am?”

Slowly–painfully–her eyes lifted to mine. Red. Swollen. Wet with

tears that had already been shed long before she walked into this

room.

She nodded. A slow, trembling movement.

“Good,” I said. “Then give me one reason not to end your life right

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