Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

** sonde Kay Racers & wry smile forming on her lips. I figured that out pretty quickly. Those

1. c) fondan 5 art these way net of a puper bag She brushed some leaves from her elegant

Shane. As a writer vodi scrantowriter, I can tell you they weren’t even professional actors. Their

Sign these papers or else? She rolled her eyes. “Please. So cliché.

ihed, relat washing over me. Thank you for believing me.”

danists are complex, Miss Lancaster, Eliza said, her professional assessment

and in her tone. “Those men were cartoon villains at best. Besides, your genuine shock

when you found me was impossible to fake.

We walked in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension of our woodland ordeal finally

mwitung away

So whout your books I began.

Esharp crack echoed through the air, startling both Eliza and me. We stood at the edge of the Stawkins estate, having finally made our way back after escaping from the kidnappers in the woods. The sound was unmistakable a gunshot.

Birds burst from the trees in a dark cloud, scattering across the twilight sky. Eliza and I exchanged alarmed glances.

What was that?’ she whispered, her face pale in the fading light.

Something & wrong 1 med, stentively nearby for one arm pro

In the distance, I could see figures moving frantially are the manorst down, they Instructions My sizmach knotted with dread Had something happened we we w

in the winds?

An older man in a tailored suit hurried toward us, his expression urgent. Are you harmat Lancaster? he asked, breathing heavily.

Yes, I replied cautiously.

Th

ef flooded his features. “I’m the Hawkins family manager. You need to come it’s an emergency.”

happening?” I asked, following as he began walking briskly toward the main party

It’s Mr. Sterling,” He said, his voce dropping. “He’s-” He paused, seemingly struggling for appropriate words. “The situation is dire. You might be the only one who can stop this.”

A chill ran down my sp

1. What had he done?

As we approached

The once-perfe

overturned,

venue, the scene that greeted us was nothing short of chaotic.

tions lay in disarray-white flowers scattered across the ground, tables

glasses shattered.

blood run cold was the central fountain. The water, which had been crystal

an a deep crimson red.

columns, several people sat bound to chairs-members of the Grant family, eir similar features. Their expensive evening wear was disheveled, faces contorted

rage.

ou’re insane!” one of them

+ do this!”

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Finn Sterling, vow. Il rot in hell for thist another seated ratings o

Hack masked security personnel Hellhound members, I realized with, she and pet

electric batons crackling with blue energy, silently threatening any o

I spotted Ivy across the garden, her elegant emerald dress now wrinkled, her expreso grate

When she saw Eliza, relief washed over her face.

“Eliza” she called, rushing toward us. “What happened? Where were you?

Before Eliza could answer, I heard a splash and a woman’s terrified scream. At the center of the commotion, by the blood-red fountain, Olivia was being held face-down in th

two masked men.

“Where is she?” a voice demanded coldly.

“I don’t know!” Olivia spluttered when they lifted her head. “I swear I didn’t hurt her! I swear!

“Bring another Grant,” the man ordered. “Perhaps family motivation will improve her memory.”

Olivia’s scream tore through the evening air. “No! Please! I only tried to drug Eliza and take her away! I didn’t touch Hannah! She must have followed and gotten lost in the woods!”

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