Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 112

Finn’s POV

I stood at the entrance of the estate, cigarette burning between my fingers, the gun still warm in my other hand. Hage boiled inside my chest like a caged beast.

Minutes ago, I believed she was dead. That the warm, smiling, stupidly trusting Hannah had vanished forever from my life The thought was unacceptable. So I made them taste fear–the Grant family, those kidnappers, anyone who might have

hurt her.

The fountain water ran crimson red–my personal touch to create an atmosphere of terror. Seeing Olivia s terrified face as my men repeatedly submerged her in the bloody water gave me a flicker of satisfaction, but the fury continued to burn.

Then, like an apparition, Hannah appeared before me. Those eyes–always warm, now filled with concern.

“You still haven’t eaten anything,” her voice cut through my rage like a beam of light through darkness. “Not eating will

affect your health.”

What an absurd concern. In the middle of this chaos, she worried about whether I’d had dinner. I almost wanted to mock her naive simplicity. Yet somehow, I found myself quietly answering: “We’ll deal with that later.”

The murderous fury inside me inexplicably receded. From the corner of my eye, I caught Brian’s dumbfounded expression. He’d seen me break a man’s arm for simply looking at me wrong, yet here I was, calming at a few words from this woman.

I raised my hand slightly, signaling my security team to release the Grant family members. My elite team–all Hellbound s finest–immediately lined up, awaiting my next command. They nodded in acknowledgment before retreating in perfect formation. I felt a sense of satisfaction at their efficiency. Fifteen years in the underground world had taught me to appreciate unquestioning obedience.

I was ready to leave this disgusting event, pulling Hannah’s arm to exit. I’d had enough of high society s hypocritical masks, especially after they tried to harm Hannah. However, she gently freed herself from my grip, walking toward my grandmother for a whispered conversation. This small action ignited displeasure in my chest–at a moment like this, she chose to speak with Victoria rather than leave with me?

I heard my grandmother’s approving tone: “Well done, dear. You always think of everything.”

Victoria was notoriously critical, rarely offering praise to anyone. Yet her attitude toward Hannah was markedly different, which caught my attention. When Hannah returned to my side, gently gripping my arm, that flicket of annoyance instantly vanished as if it had never existed. I didn’t understand what power she held over me, but at that moment, I didn’t care to analyze it.

Just as we were about to leave, Mrs. Grant blocked our path. She sharply demanded, “Don’t you think you owe the Grant

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Her tone carried that high–handed arrogance that reminded me of the wealthy spectators who applauded while watching me bleed in underground fighting pits. I know the Sterling family rules New York, but this isn’t your private territory, she

challenged.

I noticed the Hawkins family members standing awkwardly nearby, with Brian wisely preventing them from intervening. I felt a wave of disgust–these self–important socialites were always so hypocritical, as if their bloodlines gave them the

right to look down on others.

Mrs. Grant feigned weakness, clutching her chest as if my mere presence suffocated her. This performance was nauseating.

“If you dare collapse here, I wouldn’t mind stepping over you on my way out,” I smiled coldly, my voice as calm as if discussing the weather.

“To think the Sterling family produced something as uncultured as you,” she responded, her eyes filled with contempt. “You’re a disgrace to your name.”

The rage inside me erupted again. In my world, insults were always paid for in blood. Without hesitation, I grabbed her pearl necklace, my fingers tightening until the strand pulled taut, nearly breaking: “Then let me escort Mrs. Grant to her final destination.”

I could feel the surrounding crowd holding their breath, horrified whispers spreading through the gathering. But I couldn’t care less. Fifteen years of survival in the underground had taught me one thing: never give those who threaten you a second chance.

However, Hannah gently steadied Mrs. Grant while shaking her head at me. Her gesture wasn’t born from sympathy for the woman, but from a more complex calculation.

“Regarding tonight’s events, madam, perhaps you should question your granddaughter about their origins, Hannah said calmly, her voice carrying a coldness I’d never heard before.

When Hannah’s hand covered my wrist, I felt a strange calmness flow through my entire body. Reluctantly, I released the pearl necklace. I didn’t understand why I complied with her, this feeling was both foreign and confusing. In my world, compliance meant weakness, but at this moment, it felt like a choice.

Hannah guided me along the red carpet toward the exit, and I could feel the awed gazes of everyone around us.

The building’s exterior suddenly erupted with the light show prepared for the Hawkins family. Massive beams of gold, silver, and blue light shot into the night sky, creating a cathedral–like canopy above us. The lights cascaded down in brilliant patterns, bathing Hannah in their glow.

She stood there, illuminated like an ethereal vision, the lights creating a halo around her silhouette that made her look

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exactly like a bride. My bride, I thought without warning, my mind suddenly comparing images of Hannen foreg white dress, walking toward me.

I pictured the wedding I had never considered before, the ceremony I have missed entirely The thought word day there with an unfamiliar ache as I stared at her, transfixed by how the lights transformed her indo something started among the chaos I had created.

I looked at her, stunned by her beauty–not just her physical appearance, but the strength and wisdom within her in that moment, I realized she was different from anyone I’d ever encountered. She wasn’t afraid of me, nor did she try to use She simply… existed. Warmly and authentically existed in my world.

I grabbed Hannah’s hand firmly, leaving under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Simultaneously, I mentally recorded this debt–no one could offend what belonged to me.

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at this point I thought everyone already knew they were married, why are they saying she’s just an assistant?

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