Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Hannah’s POV

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I woke up in the warm sunlight streaming through the curtains, my body pleasantly sore from last night’s intimacy with Finn. Turning my head, I found him still asleep beside me, his face surprisingly peaceful.

Last night had changed everything. After his initial anger and my honest confession about coming here for Peter’s medical bills, something had shifted

between us. His touch had transformed from harsh to tender, his words from cutting to almost caring. I reached out carefully, my fingertips barely grazing

his cheek, afraid to wake him yet unable to resist the connection.

He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I slipped quietly from the bed and wrapped myself in a silk robe, padding to the balcony to watch the morning unfold

over Sterling Estate. The precisely trimmed hedges and colorful flower beds looked like an artist’s masterpiece in the golden light.

When I returned, Finn was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I thought you’d left,” he said, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Just getting some fresh air,” I replied, moving to help him find his clothes. “It’s beautiful outside.”

“Describe it to me,” he said, surprising me with the request.

I did my best, painting the scene with words – the way the light caught the dew on the roses, how the fountain sparkled like scattered diamonds, the gentle

breeze that carried the scent of jasmine. For the first time, he listened without interrupting, his head tilted slightly as if truly trying to see through my eyes.

After breakfast, Finn suggested we walk in the garden. I watched in amazement as he used the pink cane I’d helped choose. This small acceptance felt like a

victory.

“You’re getting good with that,” I commented as he navigated around a planter.

“It’s still ridiculous,” he grumbled, but I noticed he didn’t offer to take my arm instead.

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Walking beside him, I described everything we passed “The roses to your left are just opening, deep/red with dewdrops still clinging to the petals. There’s a hummingbird hovering over the honeysuckle about ten feet ahead.”

“The fountain ahead sounds different today,” he observed.

“They’ve added floating water lilies,” I explained. “The water’s splashing against them.”

Later that afternoon, I passed by the study and paused at the sound of voices. Finn sat at a massive desk while a man- Jack, I realized read financial

reports aloud.

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What captivated me was Finn’s focus and command, even without sight. He interrupted occasionally with precise questions and decisive directives.

“The risk assessment on the Boston property is insufficient,‘ he stated firmly. “Haye them redo it with attention to the environmental impact regulations

that take effect next quarter.”

I must have made some small sound, because he suddenly turned toward the door. “Miss Lancaster, if you’re going to eavesdrop, you might as well come in.”

Embarrassed, I entered the study. Jack excused himself with a knowing look that made me blush.

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I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I apologized, surprised to see him working.

“You’re wondering how a blind man can manage business affairs,” he said bluntly.

I flushed. ‘I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

I’m not completely useless, Hannah,” he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “Jack reads me the reports, and I can still make decisions. I’ve adapted to

some aspects of this… condition. I refuse to become entirely worthless.”

‘I never thought you were,” I said softly.

He tilted his head, “Most people assume blindness equals incompetence. But my mind works fine. Better, in some ways–fewer distractions. What did you

think of the quarterly projections?”

“I… didn’t follow most of it,” I admitted.

To my surprise, he explained the Sterling Group’s latest project – a chain of technologically advanced medical facilities designed to be accessible to patients

of all abilities. “The profit margins are smaller than our usual ventures, but the long–term benefits outweigh the initial investment.”

I blinked, confused why he was sharing business information with me of all people. As if sensing my bewilderment, Finn added, “You might find yourself using these facilities someday. We’re designing them with special needs patients like your students in mind.

Something fluttered in my chest at his words. Was he implying a future where I remained connected to him, to the Sterling family? A ridiculous thought

crossed my mind – perhaps he wanted me to stay, to become part of his world beyond our arrangement.

My pulse quickened before I mentally slapped myself. What fantasy was I creating? This was a business transaction with an expiration date, nothing more. I

was just the surrogate, not a potential family member. Imagining anything else was pure daydreaming.

“That sounds… innovative,” I managed to reply, pushing away my foolish thoughts.

That evening at dinner, our conversation turned to Peter. Finn’s expression tightened when I mentioned using the money for his treatment.

“Are you certain Peter Johnson deserves your sacrifice?” he asked carefully.

I frowned. “What do you mean? Of course he does. He’s sick, and-”

I’ve heard things about him,” Finn interrupted. “Reports that suggest he may not be the person you believe him to be.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said defensively, “I’ve known him for years. His father took me in when had nothing.”

Finn’s jaw tightened. ‘People wear masks, Hannah. Especially those closest to us.”

‘You’ve spent too long in darkness,” I said gently. “Not everyone has ulterior motives. Some people are genuinely good.”

His laugh was hollow. A dangerous assumption.”

‘It’s what I believe,” I insisted. “And I won’t let your experiences make me doubt the people I care about.”

Finn fell silent, then shrugged. Your trust, your consequences. He didn’t bring up Peter again, but I caught a flicker of something like concern behind his usual mask of indifference.

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I didn’t realize how quickly the last two days would pass. During the day, I wandered around the estate, sometimes accompanied by Fins. We would talk

together, as if we were a couple who had been together for a long time.

At night, we made love. I no longer treated it as a task, but simply enjoyed it. A small part of me hoped that Finn felt the same way.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the night before I had to leave.

His hands found me in the darkness, but unlike our previous encounters, his touch was gentle, exploring rather than demanding. He took his time, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me shiver.

“Tell me what you like,‘ he whispered, his breath warm against my neck.

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