Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 44

Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire

Chapter 44

Finn’s POV

Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire

Chapter 44

Finn’s POV

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I watched with cold amusement as the young man collapsed against the bar, blood–tinged vomit spattering on his expensive shoes. Three bottles of whiskey in fifteen minutes–I had to admit, his desperate attempt to appease me showed commitment, if not intelligence.

‘Jesus Christ, James,” Brian hissed, rushing to his friend’s side. “Someone call an ambulance!”

The crowded penthouse party fell silent, all eyes darting between the vomiting idiot and me. I adjusted my cufflinks, unmoved by the spectacle.

“I didn’t tell him to drink himself to death,” I said evenly. “He called me a ‘runway model‘ who must have ‘wandered into the wrong party.

His education seemed lacking.”

Jack materialized at my side, his presence solid and reassuring. “Time to go, Mr. Sterling.”

I nodded, surveying the room one last time. The fear in their eyes was unmistakable–not concern for their dying friend, but terror of what I might do next. These were supposed to be New York’s elite, Brian’s connections who might benefit the Sterling Group. Instead, I found a roomful of cowards who’d let their friend poison himself rather than stand up to me.

“Pathetic,” I muttered, turning toward the exit.

Brian followed us to the elevator, stammering apologies. “Finn, I’m sorry–James is an idiot. He didn’t know who you were.”

“That much was obvious.” The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. “Next time you want me at one of your gatherings, Hawkins, make sure your guests have been properly briefed.”

The ride back to Sterling Estate was silent. Jack knew better than to interrupt my thoughts. The incident at the party had left me restless. irritated. I’d spent five years reclaiming my position in the Sterling family, building a reputation that made men fear me, and now ! couldn’t remember any of it. Only the evidence remained–the terror in that young man’s eyes when he realized his mistake, the way the room fell silent at my displeasure.

It was both satisfying and hollow.

As I approached the residential wing, voices drifted from a partially open door. Female voices–one I recognized as the maid. Amy, and time other belonging to the woman who claimed to be my wife. Since returning to the mansion, I’d made it a point to study everyone around me, especially the young maid who seemed constantly at Hannah’s side.

I didn’t trust either of them, which meant paying extra attention to their movements, mannerisms, and voices. Amy’s slightly higher pitched tone with its subtle Hispanic accent was unmistakable even through the door.

I slowed my pace, staying in the shadows of the hallway.

11:36 Fri, May 1

Chapter 44

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“He hasn’t touched the milk you’ve been leaving,” Amy was saying softly. “I’ve been checking every morning. The mugs are always full, cold.”

“It’s okay,” Hannah replied, her voice gentle. “He has every right to be suspicious. He doesn’t remember me, and from his perspective, I m just a stranger claiming to be carrying his child.”

Smart assessment. At least she understood my position.

“But you’re not just anyone,” Amy insisted. “You’re his wife. You care about him.”

I nearly scoffed aloud at that. Wife? We had a piece of paper and a test confirming the pregnancy. That hardly constituted a marriage.

“He doesn’t see that,” Hannah continued. “He thinks I’m part of some elaborate scheme. He has a misunderstanding about me, about my intentions. My concern would only make him more resistant.”

I leaned slightly closer to the doorway, intrigued despite myself. Was this an act for Amy’s benefit, or did she truly believe what she was

saying?

There was a pause, and I found myself waiting for her answer with unexpected tension.

“I do,” Hannah finally said. “More than I probably should, given the circumstances.” She sighed softly. “At first, I thought it was just his looks that drew me in, but that day in the hospital, when I saw his eyes clearly for the first time… I realized our connection started long before any of this.”

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I watched with cold amusement as the young man collapsed against the bar, blood–tinged vomit spattering on his expensive shoes. Three bottles of whiskey in fifteen minutes–I had to admit, his desperate attempt to appease me showed commitment, if not intelligence.

‘Jesus Christ, James,” Brian hissed, rushing to his friend’s side. “Someone call an ambulance!”

The crowded penthouse party fell silent, all eyes darting between the vomiting idiot and me. I adjusted my cufflinks, unmoved by the spectacle.

“I didn’t tell him to drink himself to death,” I said evenly. “He called me a ‘runway model‘ who must have ‘wandered into the wrong party.

His education seemed lacking.”

Jack materialized at my side, his presence solid and reassuring. “Time to go, Mr. Sterling.”

I nodded, surveying the room one last time. The fear in their eyes was unmistakable–not concern for their dying friend, but terror of what I might do next. These were supposed to be New York’s elite, Brian’s connections who might benefit the Sterling Group. Instead, I found a roomful of cowards who’d let their friend poison himself rather than stand up to me.

“Pathetic,” I muttered, turning toward the exit.

Brian followed us to the elevator, stammering apologies. “Finn, I’m sorry–James is an idiot. He didn’t know who you were.”

“That much was obvious.” The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. “Next time you want me at one of your gatherings, Hawkins, make sure your guests have been properly briefed.”

The ride back to Sterling Estate was silent. Jack knew better than to interrupt my thoughts. The incident at the party had left me restless. irritated. I’d spent five years reclaiming my position in the Sterling family, building a reputation that made men fear me, and now ! couldn’t remember any of it. Only the evidence remained–the terror in that young man’s eyes when he realized his mistake, the way the room fell silent at my displeasure.

It was both satisfying and hollow.

As I approached the residential wing, voices drifted from a partially open door. Female voices–one I recognized as the maid. Amy, and time other belonging to the woman who claimed to be my wife. Since returning to the mansion, I’d made it a point to study everyone around me, especially the young maid who seemed constantly at Hannah’s side.

I didn’t trust either of them, which meant paying extra attention to their movements, mannerisms, and voices. Amy’s slightly higher pitched tone with its subtle Hispanic accent was unmistakable even through the door.

I slowed my pace, staying in the shadows of the hallway.

11:36 Fri, May 1

Chapter 44

VPM

“He hasn’t touched the milk you’ve been leaving,” Amy was saying softly. “I’ve been checking every morning. The mugs are always full, cold.”

“It’s okay,” Hannah replied, her voice gentle. “He has every right to be suspicious. He doesn’t remember me, and from his perspective, I m just a stranger claiming to be carrying his child.”

Smart assessment. At least she understood my position.

“But you’re not just anyone,” Amy insisted. “You’re his wife. You care about him.”

I nearly scoffed aloud at that. Wife? We had a piece of paper and a test confirming the pregnancy. That hardly constituted a marriage.

“He doesn’t see that,” Hannah continued. “He thinks I’m part of some elaborate scheme. He has a misunderstanding about me, about my intentions. My concern would only make him more resistant.”

I leaned slightly closer to the doorway, intrigued despite myself. Was this an act for Amy’s benefit, or did she truly believe what she was

saying?

There was a pause, and I found myself waiting for her answer with unexpected tension.

“I do,” Hannah finally said. “More than I probably should, given the circumstances.” She sighed softly. “At first, I thought it was just his looks that drew me in, but that day in the hospital, when I saw his eyes clearly for the first time… I realized our connection started long before any of this.”

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