From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 519

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I didn’t remember deciding to hit him. But that was exactly what I’d

done.

One moment the world was spinning in a haze of fury and disbelief, and the next my fist was already moving- cutting through the air

with violent force until bone met bone.

The crack echoed sharply through the office.

My father staggered backward a step, surprise flickering across his face for the briefest moment. Blood immediately welled at the corner

of his lip.

Hudson moved forward at once, instinctively positioning himself

between us.

But my father lifted a hand. “No. Do not interfere, Hudson.” His voice was steady. Too steady. As though the blow had been nothing more

than an inconvenience.

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Blood t d a thin line down his chin as he wiped his mouth with the

back his hand. His composure did more damage than any

retaliation could have.

My entire body trembled, rage vibrating beneath my skin like a live

wire.

“You’ve got some nerve,” I said, my voice shaking with a fury I could

no longer contain. “You dare stand before me and tell me to my face

that you’ll murder my child if she’s a girl?! Aren’t you scared I might

just snap your fucking neck?!”

He didn’t even flinch.

“You cannot escape reality, Roman,” he replied calmly. “I do not

expect you to understand the burden of such a heavy decision. You

are the father. Your emotions will cloud your judgment.”

“Difficult decisions?” I barked out a harsh laugh. “Don’t you dare dress murder up as responsibility.”

I took a step closer, pointing at him with a hand that would not stop

shaking,

“This is your final warning, Reginald. Touch my wife. Touch my child. And I swear I will bury you alive. I’m not bluffing. You’ve got enough

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ground. Pick a spot.”

The words came from somewhere primal, something ancient and

protective rising from deep within me.

Disgust rolled through me as I looked at him – truly looked at him

and for the millionth time in my life, I felt nothing resembling

respect. Nothing resembling fear. All I felt was disgust.

–

“You need help,” I continued, my voice quieter but sharper. “You’re

sick. You’re beyond redemption. I can’t believe I ever looked up to

you.”

“As you should have,” he replied without hesitation. “A son ought to

take pride in his father.” The certainty in his voice made my stomach

churn.

I stepped back slowly, shaking my head. “You’re insane.”

“Is that what you must believe to endure this moment?” he asked

mildly,

I drew in a slow breath, steadying myself. Then I spoke with clarity,

“I’m only going to say this once.”

He watched me, silent, waiting.

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