Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 22

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Hannah’s POV

I watched Amy flee from the music room like her life depended on it.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway until they faded into silence,

leaving Finn and me alone in a bubble of awkward tension.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Finn’s head turned slightly in my direction. For a brief, unguarded

moment, his expression shifted—the hard lines of his face softening

into something that looked almost like disappointment mixed with a

childlike vulnerability. It was as if someone had snatched away a toy

he’d been enjoying.

But the moment vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His jaw

tightened, and his expression hardened back into the familiar mask of

cold indifference. It was like watching a door slam shut.

“Take me back to my room,” he commanded, his voice flat and

emotionless.

I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Of course,” I said,

moving toward him.

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As we walked in silence through the corridor, I couldn’t stop thinking

about what I’d just witnessed at the piano. The way his fingers had

moved across the keys with natural talent, the brief moment of

genuine engagement I’d seen on his face. For those few minutes, the

dangerous, volatile Finn Sterling had disappeared, replaced by

someone who seemed almost… human.

When we reached his bedroom door, Finn stepped away from my

touch.

“Thank you,” he said stiffly, the words sounding foreign on his lips.

I blinked in surprise. Two simple words of gratitude from him felt

more shocking than if he’d suddenly broken into song.

As he pushed open his door, I followed him inside, taking the

opportunity to observe his private space. The room was meticulously

organized–minimalist but luxurious, with every item seemingly

having its designated place. I noticed a few things were slightly out of

position–a book on the nightstand tilted at an awkward angle, a

watch not quite centered on the dresser.

Years of working with visually impaired children had taught me how

important order was when you couldn’t see. Without thinking. I

moved to straighten the book, then carefully centered the watch on

its tray.

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I expected Finn to snap at me for touching his things, but he

remained silent, his head tilted slightly as if listening to my

movements.

“Your room is very well organized,” I commented softly.

“Since the accident, sometimes things get moved.” He replied, his

voice neutral.

I nodded, understanding the frustration he must feel. “I just

straightened a few items. I hope that’s okay.”

He gave a short nod, and I took that as my cue to leave. I slipped out,

closing the door quietly behind me.

When I turned toward my suite, I was startled to find Amy waiting by

my door, her eyes red–rimmed and anxious.

“I’m so dead,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He’s going to fire me for interrupting. Oh God, I should never have-”

“Hey, hey,” I said, guiding her into my room and closing the door. “It’s

okay. He’s not going to fire you.”

Amy looked at me skeptically, tears threatening to spill. “You don’t understand. Nobody interrupts Mr. Sterling, especially not when

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he’s… when he seems to be enjoying something. That almost never

happens, and I ruined it.”

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “He’s not as scary as everyone

thinks.”

Amy gave a watery laugh. “Says the woman who has somehow

survived two days without getting stabbed or thrown out.”

“Has he really stabbed someone?” I asked, half–joking.

“Not that I know of,” she admitted, wiping her eyes. “But still, he’s

been different since you arrived. Less… explosive. Especially after last

night when you slept outside his door.”

I felt my cheeks warm at the memory of waking up on the hard floor

with Finn standing over me.

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