From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 66

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 42: Words, Savannah.**

Roman rose from his seat, the intensity in his demeanor shifting as he began to pace like a seasoned lecturer addressing a rapt audience. The atmosphere morphed around us, and for a fleeting moment, I felt as if I had been transported into a lecture hall, surrounded by rows of eager students.

“I’m starting to piece things together here, Sav.” He halted abruptly, turning on his heel to face me, his gaze steady and infuriatingly composed. “He comes to me, showing off that video and hurling these outrageous accusations your way. Then, he struts over to you, brandishing that list like it’s the Holy Grail. Are you catching my drift?”

My mind surged into overdrive, racing faster than the most caffeinated conspiracy theorist at three in the morning. Each detail I recalled fell into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, revealing a picture that was all too clear.

“He’s trying to tear us apart,” I blurted out, the realization hitting me like a cold wave.

“Exactly,” Roman’s voice lowered, taking on a dark, resolute tone. “That son of a bitch.”

How dare Dean stoop to such despicable tactics? The more I mulled over his actions, the more my anger bubbled to the surface. This was beneath him, a vile maneuver that sickened me. It was infuriating to think he would resort to such underhanded schemes just to see me unhappy.

The bitterness of my thoughts left a sour taste in my mouth.

Dean had always had a knack for manipulation, but this felt different—more personal, more toxic. And after that outrageous proposal he had thrown my way earlier? It was as if he was practically daring me to unleash chaos upon him.

“Let’s get even, Roman,” I declared, the fire of determination igniting within me.

He stared at me, a look of disbelief etched across his features as if my words were incomprehensible. I felt the need to repeat myself, my voice firmer this time.

His brows knitted together, “You can’t be serious, can you?”

“I am serious.” I straightened my posture, locking my gaze with his so he could see the conviction in my eyes. “If he’s trying to rip us apart, then we’ll turn the tables and dismantle his plans first. He needs to experience the consequences of his actions.”

Roman remained frozen, his expression one of shock, as if I had just suggested we form a cult or something equally outrageous.

I halted mid-step, my heart sinking. “What?”

“I said, I won’t ruin your sister’s wedding just so you can settle a score with your ex who has clearly made his choice. There are far more dignified ways to get back at that snake without compromising your self-respect,” he said, his voice sharp.

I stumbled back, the weight of his words hitting me hard, as if they had physical force. “What? You can’t do this to me! You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to support me!”

“Well, I won’t. I’m not going to get close to your sister just so you can latch onto her fiancé and blow everything apart.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “It’s not going to happen. Not now, not ever. Am I just a joke to you?”

I shook my head vehemently, “That’s not what I meant at all.”

“Well, you didn’t have to say it out loud. How could you even entertain the thought of doing something so degrading?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not helping you with this. Count me out.”