Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

My Wisted Billionaire

Hannah’s POV

The room was filled with the steady beeping of monitoring equipment, a rhythmic reminder that Finn was alive. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. Those beautiful lake–green eyes that had looked at me with such confusion moments ago were now darting around the room, taking in every detail with the wariness of a cornered animal.

“Where am I?” His voice was rough, unfamiliar without its usual commanding tone.

“You’re in the hospital,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “You were injured.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed as they landed on me. There wasn’t a flicker of recognition in them–just suspicion. His gaze moved to Victoria, who stood rigid beside me, her usual composure fractured by shock.

The door opened, and a middle–aged man with salt–and–pepper hair entered. “Mr. Sterling, I’m Dr. Klein. How are you feeling?”

Finn’s jaw tightened. “Who’s Sterling?”

Dr. Klein exchanged a concerned glance with Victoria before approaching the bed. He checked Finn’s vitals on the monitor, then pulled out a small penlight and examined Finn’s eyes. Finn flinched away

way from the light

the light, his body tensing like he was preparing to fight.

“You sustained multiple stab wounds,* Dr. Klein explained. “The one to your chest was particularly severe. You’ve also suffered head trauma, which might explain some confusion.”

“What about his vision?” Victoria demanded. “He was blind before, and now he can see.”

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. “It’s possible the impact to his head relieved pressure from the previous explosion injury. Sometimes trauma can have… unexpected effects.”

Possible? I thought. A medical doctor saying possible‘ with that much uncertainty?

ying ‘possible with

“Is his memory loss permanent?” Victoria asked.

Dr. Klein frowned. “We’ll need to assess the extent of the amnesia through

1 conversatio

‘So you don’t know,” I muttered under my breath. Great, a doctor who does

Mem

Finn’s eyes hadn’t left me since the doctor entered. His gaze was intense,

anal, werd

Typical.

like he was

I took a deep breath and decided to try. “Do you remember Sterling Group? The headquarters in

loss can

be temporary or-”

trying to determine if I was a threat.

porta

your office o

on the

top floor?”

Finn slowly shook his head, wariness evident in every line of his body.

Victoria stepped closer. ‘Do you remember being brought back to the family five years ago?”

A harsh laugh escaped Finn’s lips. “Nobody brought me back anywhere.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” I asked gently.

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His eyes darkened. “Why should I tell you anything?”

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. We continued with more questions, and it became increasingly clear that Finn had lost approximately five years of memories. His last recollections were from before the Sterling family had found him.

1 felt a pang in my chest. The past five years hadn’t been perfect for Finn, but they had given him safety, control, a life away from the violence of his early years. And now he was back there mentally, in

in that dark place where he had to fight for survival every day.

‘What’s your name?” I asked softly.

Victoria sighed heavily. At the same moment, Finn answered, “Scrap.”

The name hit me like a physical blow. I knew from previous conversations that “Scrap” was what they called him in the underground fighting circuit—a cruel

nickname for someone deemed disposable.

“You’re not there anymore,” I said, my voice gentle but firm. “Your name is Finn Sterling. You have a family.” I hesitated before adding, “You have a wife…

1. me. And…‘ I placed my hand on my stomach. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Disbelief flashed across his face. “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s true,” Victoria confirmed. “You’re my grandson, heir to Sterling Group.”

Finn looked between us, skepticism evident in every line of his face.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t remember me, I thought. We can get to know each other again. But I hope he never remembers those horrible years as a child.

“Look,” I said, “I know ‘Scrap is what you’re used to, but it’s not a nice name. Could we call you Finn instead?”

He studied me for a long moment, then shrugged. “Whatever.”

Dr. Klein suggested transferring Finn to a quiet, familiar environment without overwhelming him. Victoria immediately began making arrangements to move

him back to Sterling Estate’s medical wing.

“The mansion might be too much,” I whispered to Victoria. “He doesn’t remember it, and it might seem threatening.”

Every time someone said “Scrap,” I winced internally. Each utterance felt like reinforcing his trauma.

“Don’t force memories on him,” Dr. Klein advised. “Let them return naturally, if they’re going to.”

As the doctor and Victoria stepped outside to discuss logistics, I remained by Finn’s bedside. His eyes were closed now, but I could tell from the tension in

his body that he wasn’t actually sleeping.

As the doctor and Victoria finished their discussion, they suggested we should leave and give Finn some space to process everything.

“He needs time alone,” Dr. Klein insisted. “Too much information at once could overwhelm him.”

Victoria nodded in agreement, gently taking my arm. “We’ll return tomorrow, Hannah.”

I hesitated, not wanting to leave him, but understanding it might be best. As we walked out, I glanced back at Finn one last time.

The next day, we returned to the hospital room. Finn still looked wary, just like yesterday, but he seemed slightly better–at least enough that we could have

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a normal conversation.

“You expect me to believe I’ve lost five years of my life?” His voice was rough, each word dripping with skepticism. “That’s convenient.

I shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair beside his bed. The man before me was Finn and yet not Finn he had the same face, same voice, but none of the

complicated history we’d built together. To him, I was just another potential threat.

‘I know it’s hard to accept,” I said softly, “but it’s true. Today is May 15th, 2023.”

Finn’s jaw tightened. “Prove it.”

Dr. Klein, who had been standing quietly at the foot of the bed, exchanged glances with Victoria. “Mr. Sterling, amnesia following trauma-

“I didn’t ask for a medical lecture,” Finn cut him off sharply. “I want proof. A newspaper. A phone. A TV. Something.”

I reached for my purse and pulled out my smartphone. “Here,” I said, unlocking it and holding it out to him.

Finn took it cautiously, as if it might explode in his hands. His eyes widened slightly at the model–newer than anything he would remember–and his fingers moved swiftly across the screen, checking the date, scrolling through news headlines, opening social media apps. I watched as the color gradually

drained from his face as reality began to sink in.

“Five years,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I lost five entire years.”

Victoria stepped forward, her posture rigid but her eyes uncharacteristically gentle. “We can help you remember, Finn. The doctors say your memory might

return with time and familiar surroundings.”

Finn’s laugh was hollow. “Familiar? Nothing about this is familiar.” His gaze shifted to me again, harder this time. “Especially not her.”

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