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From Best Friend To Fiancé
Chapter 446
Chapter 11: Your Flawed
reckless part of me wanted to say it.
Te stand there, look Ryan straight in the eye, and tear his carefully curated composure apart with a single sentence.
You have a daughter. A beautiful one. And she looks just like you. Do you remember you promised my sister, Alyssa, that you’ll divorce your wife? Or was
that a lie like I suspected?
I wanted to watch his face change. To see the calm fracture. To watch him scramble for lies or choke on the truth. I wanted the entire table to know that the man Reginald trusted so blindly had been living a double life–had deceived his wife, his family, and my sister with chilling ease.
But as I studied him, sitting there so relaxed, so unbothered, sipping water like this was just another board meeting, I knew better.
Men like Ryan didn’t panic when exposed prematurely. They didn’t crack or crumble under pressure. They prepared.
And more importantly, I wasn’t done with that card yet. No. I intended to hold it. To polish it. To dangle it in front of him slowly until he bent to my will
Because power wasn’t in shouting the truth. Power was in owning it.
I couldn’t tell if Reginald had noticed the resemblance between Ryan and Emily. To me, it was painfully obvious–the same bone structure, the same eyes, the same sharp angles. Anyone with vision could see it.
And Reginald was not a foolish man. I believed he knew. He simply hadn’t chosen to make it public yet.
“I’m listening, Miss Hart,” Reginald said, his voice calm but commanding.
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Ryan didn’t look worried. Not even a flicker. He lifted his glass and took a slow drink of water, unhurried, unbothered, like a man who believed he was
untouchable.
Fine. If he wanted a game, I could play.
“General,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, “do you know that Ryan her
Ryan looked up.
Reginald raised a single brow.
I cleared my throat deliberately. “-isn’t Roman’s next of kin. I am. And in that case, I don’t see why Ryan is making decisions concerning
businesses without my consent p>
The room shifted.
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fiancé’s
“I made the decision, Miss Hart,” Reginald interrupted sharply.
The way he kept calling me Miss Hart–so formal, so dismissive–was beginning to feel intentional. Like a reminder that he did not recognize me
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his family or world.
“I made that decision as his father Ryan did not take it upon himself. Un peu object to that? Or do you believe I m no medi His gaze hardened. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten how he ended up in this state in the first place. It certainly had nothing to do with
My hands clenched so tightly my knuckles burned.
I forced myself to breathe. “What happened to Roman was an accident,” I said, carefully. “I would never intentionally hurt him. But my stance remains this, none of you in this room has the right to make decisions regarding my husband’s affairs without-
“Fiancé,” Reginald corrected, his voice sharp as a blade. “Your fiancé, Not your husband. You never made it to the altar p>
Rosalie snorted, barely disguising her amusement.
The humiliation hit me like a slap.
“Same thing, General,” I said firmly. “If this hadn’t happened, Roman would have married me. The love we share doesn’t require validation from a piece of paper. We didn’t need to stand before a priest for him to treat me as his wife–because he already did p>
I swallowed.
“And we were waiting until after the baby before- ”
“And on that subject,” Reginald said calmly, cutting me off, “I will be demanding a paternity test to authenticate that claim p>
Silence. Absolute silence. For a moment, my mind refused to process the words.
“I beg your pardon?” I whispered.
“I believe I was clear,” he said coolly. “You will submit to a DNA test when the time is appropriate. To prove that the child you’re carrying is indeed my
son’s p>
Something inside me snapped. “Are you out of your mind?” I blurted.
Riley gasped.
Reese shook his head subtly at me–don’t–but it was far too late.
“Do you have any idea what you’re accusing me of?” I demanded. “Do you understand the implications of what you just said p>
“I do not speak on matters I’m uninformed about,” Reginald replied evenly. “And given your… history, Miss Hart, I would be remiss not to request this
assurance p>
“My history?” I echoed sharply. “And what exactly do you think you know about me? ”
“Enough,” he said. “Enough to conclude that your claims are… questionable p>
The word sliced deep.
“You have a rather colourful past, ” he continued. “Details I will not go into tonight, for the sake of decorum. But I believe you know precisely what I’m referring to. Roman is blinded by his… lust for you p>
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“Love,” I cut in fiercely, “His love for me. Roman loves me. And he knows I would never betray him p>
I looked around the table, meeting each face.
“He knows this child is his. And for your information, I will never undergo a paternity test. I have nothing to prove to anyone here. My gaze locked onta his. “Least of all to you, Reginald p>
A stunned murmur rippled through the table.
“Wow,” someone whispered.
Reginald didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even look angry. “In that case,” he said calmly, “you have no business living under my roof. Or wearing my son’s
ring. Or residing in his home p>
The words knocked the air from my lungs.
“Tomorrow,” he continued, unfolding his napkin with infuriating composure, “you will leave. You will return to Philadelphia with nothing that belongs to my son. You will vacate his house immediately p>
“ What?!” I cried.
“Oh no,” Ramsey whispered.
“This discussion has reached its end,” Reginald said flatly. “You’ve made it clear that pregnancy is not my son’s. A clear conscience fears no accusation p>
“Do you honestly believe Roman would want this?” I demanded. “That he’d sit back and let you drive away the woman he loves? ”
“Roman is unconscious,” Reginald replied. “And until he regains consciousness, he is not in a position to make decisions.” He looked at me. “I am p>
I laughed bitterly. “You won’t win. You can’t do this p>
“This tasteless discussion is over,” he said with finality. “Let us eat p>
I looked to Cassandra. She was already watching me. Her lips moved silently.
Don’t let him.
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