Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Hannah’s POV

The intimacy of the request made me tremble. I guided his hands, showing rather than telling, and he followed my lead with surprising patience.

When he finally entered me, it was with such tenderness that tears sprang to my eyes. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, building slowly toward a crescendo that left us both breathless and clinging to each other in the aftermath.

Lying in his arms afterward, I suddenly remembered that tomorrow was my scheduled departure date. The thought sent a cold shock through me, and i couldn’t suppress a shiver.

“You’re trembling, Finn observed, his arm tightening around me.

‘Just a little cold, I lied, not ready to confront the reality of leaving,

I turned in his arms to face him, though I knew he couldn’t see me. His dark glasses were still in place, even in the dimness of the bedroom. I reached up hesitantly, my fingers hovering near the frame of his sunglasses.

“May I?” I whispered.

He stiffened immediately. “Why?”

I just…” My voice caught. “I want to see all of you before I leave. Tomorrow I’ll be gone, and I might never get another chance.”

The muscles in his jaw worked as he considered my request. I expected anger, perhaps even for him to push me away, but instead, he exhaled slowly.

“Not tonight, Hannah,” he said, his voice gentler than I’d anticipated. “But there will be opportunities.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Opportunities? That suggested a future where we’d meet again, where this wasn’t truly goodbye. Was he implying what I desperately hoped, or was I reading too much into a casual comment?

‘Do you mean that?” I asked, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.

Instead of answering, he pulled me closer without comment, his hand finding mine in the darkness. His fingers interlaced with mine, a gesture so simple yet so intimate it made my throat tighten with emotion.

I lay awake long after his breathing had deepened into sleep, memorizing the feeling of his arms around me, the steady beat of his heart against my back. the warmth of his skin. Tomorrow I would leave, and this brief happiness would become just a memory.

The next morning came too quickly. I woke to find the bed empty beside me, Finn already gone. A knot formed in my stomach as I dressed quickly and went

searching for him, only to find the servants evasive about his whereabouts.

When I returned to my room, my luggage stood packed by the door, a clear message that my time was up. At breakfast, Victoria informed me coldly that my

payment had been transferred and my car arranged.

Amy helped me with final checks, her eyes red rimmed. “The young master was called to meet with his father this morning,” she whispered, giving me a

tight hug. I’ll miss you.” She pressed a paper with her contact information into my hand.

Standing at the estate’s entrance, I couldn’t stop looking back, hoping for one last glimpse of Finn. The driver waited patiently beside the open car door, but

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Victoria approached, her voice low and cutting. ‘Miss Lancaster, don’t misunderstand your position. The Sterling family needs an hair, you know you

place.”

“Does he know I’m leaving?” I asked, my voice small.

Victoria’s smile was cold. “Do you think he cares?”

Her words hit me like a physical blow, cracking something inside my chest. Of course he didn’t care. How foolish I’d been to interpret his gentleness thesi past days as anything meaningful.

The tender touches, the shared conversations, even his business explanations–none of it was personal. I’d constructed an entire fantasy around small gestures that probably meant nothing to him.

I swallowed hard, humiliation burning through me. This had always been a transaction, nothing more. A business deal with physical benefits. Whatever warmth I thought I’d seen in him was just my desperate imagination, my heart foolishly searching for connection where there was only contract.

The brief happiness I’d felt in his arms now seemed pathetic. I was just another acquisition for the Sterling family, a useful tool discarded once its purposi

was fulfilled.

I blinked back tears, refusing to give Victoria the satisfaction of seeing me cry, I’d known what this was from the beginning; shame on me for forgetting.

even for a moment.

Defeated, I turned toward the car, my hand reaching for the door handle. Suddenly, a commotion at the estate entrance caught my attention. The servants

surprised expressions made me turn.

Finn stood there, pink cane in hand, breathing heavily as if he’d been running.

My heart leapt in my chest. Without thinking, I broke into a run toward him, forgetting Victoria, forgetting the driver, forgetting everything except the man standing before me.

“Finn!” His name burst from my lips, filled with all the emotion I couldn’t express. “Finn!” I couldn’t say anything else, my throat too tight with hope and relief. I didn’t need to–surely he would understand everything I couldn’t put into words.

Before I could reach him, he brought his cane down firmly on the ground between us, the sharp tap halting me in my tracks. His face, previously turned toward the sound of my footsteps, was now cold and expressionless.

“Miss Lancaster,” he said, his tone formal and distant.

I froze, the joy draining from me so quickly I felt dizzy. “Finn?”

He adjusted his grip on the cane, pulling it back slightly but keeping it between us like a barrier. “I understand you’re reluctant to leave the estate. His voice was winter–cold. ‘Is there something else you’re hoping to gain? Additional compensation, perhaps?”

The accusation hit like a slap. “What? No! You think 1- My voice cracked. “You know why I’m here. You know why it’s hard to leave.”

“Yes, I do know,” he cut me off sharply. “I know exactly why you accepted this distasteful arrangement. For money. Each word fell like ise. You ve received the payment we agreed upon. You’ve gotten what you initially wanted. Don’t push for more.”

Victoria stood behind me, and I could almost feel her satisfaction radiating like heat. The servants watched, their faces carefully blank. Humiliation washed

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Finn stood motionless, his pink case checked hotly in his hand.

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