Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Hannah’s POV

My ears rang with Amy’s words–dying, badly hurt, refusing treatment. The blood drained from my face, and for a moment, the chapel seemed to spin around

1. me.

“Finn is dying? What? My voice came out as a strangled whisper. ‘Is this true?” I turned to Victoria, whose composed facade was crumbling before my eyes. My heart hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat. Finn–stubborn, damaged, complex Finn–was fighting for his life somewhere in this very house, while I was being tricked into a ceremony?

A wave of nausea hit me as pieces fell into place–the rushed wedding, the excuses, the convenient “tradition” keeping me from seeing him. Panic and rage battled within me as my fingers crushed the marriage certificate. How bad were his injuries? What happened to him? Why would they hide this from me?

“What have you done?” I demanded, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and fury.

“I should have contacted you a week ago, but then the news about Finn’s injuries came, and everything fell apart. I thought he would be able to pull through, but today he suddenly came back covered in blood…” Her voice faltered, something I’d never witnessed before. “I’m afraid he might not survive.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I had no time to process this information because Victoria was already standing. “The priest has pronounced you Mrs. Finn Sterling, what’s done is done.”

“Where is he?” I demanded, yanking off the ceremonial veil. “Where is Finn?”

Victoria sighed, suddenly looking her age. “In his room. There was… an incident. He’s refusing all medical treatment.”

Ignoring the whispers and Victoria’s calls, I gathered the skirt of my wedding dress and ran toward Finn’s wing of the mansion. In the hallway, I collided with Jack, his shirt still stained with blood.

Jack! Where is he? How is he?‘ I gasped.

Jack looked exhausted. In his room. He won’t open the door for anyone. We can’t break in every door and lock in this place has top level security features

I rushed to Finn’s door and began pounding. “Finn! Open up! It’s Hannah!”

Finn’s POV

Something warm and sticky spread beneath me I lay still on my bedroom floor, unable to summon the energy to move. Every cell in my body telt leader drained of life. Strange, though I couldn’t feel the pain I knew should be there

The darkness before my eyes wasn’t the complete void I’d grown accustomed to these past months Instead, there were shapes Blurry patches of hight and shadow. Colors I couldn’t quite name. My brain felt too foggy to process this change, too exhausted to question why the blackness had shifted

Someone was pounding on my bedroom door. A woman’s voice, crying and pleading Familiar, yet distant

‘Finn! Please open the door! It’s Hannah!”

Hannah. The name floated through my consciousness like a half remembered dream I wanted to sleep. Just sleep. But the noise wouldn’t stop.

‘Please, Finn! I know you re in there! I need to see you!

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5:36 pm PP

Chapter 36

The pounding grew more insistent, her voice more desperate. Each knock sent tiny earthquakes through my skull Why wouldn’t she let me rest?

Fragments of memory flickered through my mind. My father’s cold voice in his office. The threat about my mother’s inheritance Something about Los Angeles. The Davis merger. Voices in a dark room. A sudden flash of heat and pressure.

‘I’ll call security to break down the door if I have to! Please, Finn!”

The word “security” triggered something in me. No. No one could see me like this. I had to stop her before she brought others.

I tried to push myself up. A faint sting ran through my right arm–like a needle prick rather than the searing agony I expected. My body felt wrong disconnected, as if I were piloting someone else’s limbs. The floor tilted beneath me as I staggered to my feet.

The knocking had become a continuous assault, punctuated by sobs. I lurched toward the sound, using the wall to guide me. My fingers found the lock. fumbled with it. The mechanism clicked.

I pulled the door open and swayed in the frame.

A figure stood before me–a blur of white.

And then… I saw her.

Not the way I’d been “seeing” people since the accident–not through sound and air movement and memory. I actually saw her. A woman in a white dress her face wet with tears, her eyes wide with shock. Brown eyes. Her hair was falling from some kind of arrangement, loose strands framing her face.

The realization didn’t fully register. My brain couldn’t process that I was seeing again. Instead, I simply stared at her face, trying to memorize every deta before the hallucination faded.

Her lips were trembling. Her nose was red from crying. There was a small freckle near her left eyebrow.

Hannah. This must be Hannah.

Why was she wearing white? It looked like… a wedding dress? Who was she marrying?

I opened my mouth to ask, but my legs gave way beneath me. I pitched forward, unable to catch myself. My body collided with hers, and we both crashed to the floor. Her warmth pressed against me, her body shaking with sobs.

“Finn! Oh God, Finn! Her voice was in my ear, loud and frantic. Stay with me. The doctor is coming. Please stay awake.”

I tried to speak, but my tongue felt thick and uncooperative. With what little strength I had left, I rolled off her onto the cool hardwood floor Soathing tore in my side a distant, dull sensation rather than sharp pain.

Hannah leaned over me, her face filling my blurry vision. Her hands moved frantically over my chest and side, coming away dark and wet Her expression twisted with horror.

‘Don’t… look so… scared,‘ I managed to rasp. My voice sounded strange to my own ears, thin and weak Not

gonna die

Her face swam in and out of focus. Such an interesting color, those eyes. I’d never seen them before, yet they seemed so familiar

Footsteps pounded down the hallway. Voices shouted. Hannah’s face turned away briefly, then back to me

“The doctor’s here, Finn. Just hold on.” Her voice cracked. ‘Please hold on.”

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5:36 pm

Chapter 36

The darkness was creeping in again, different from my blindness. This was consciousness slipping away. My eyes were still open, still seeing blurry shapes and colors, but they were fading, tunneling down to a pinpoint.

As my awareness dimmed, a strange thought floated through my mind: I saw Hannah. But that’s impossible. I’m blind.

Maybe this is just a dream. Or a dying hallucination. My brain offering one last comfort before the end.

But if that’s true, why would it show me Hannah in a wedding dress?