Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Hannah’s POV

The thought was so absurd I couldn’t help but laugh. “Amy, I think you ve misunderstood something.”

Aray placed the knife down and leaned against the counter, eyebrows raised. “Why else would he ask so many questions about you?

“What kind of questions?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“He asked about who you normally talk to, places you like to go.” Amy counted on her fingers. “Your daily activities, habits, even your bank accounts. She nodded knowingly. Men only get that detailed when they’re interested. Trust me.”

I forced a smile while internally rolling my eyes. This wasn’t interest–it was surveillance. And how did you answer these questions?”

Amy’s face brightened with pride. “I made sure to crush any fantasies he might have about you. I told him you don’t do anything except think about how to

make your husband happy.”

‘You did?”

Of course! I said, ‘Hannah absolutely adores Mr. Finn. All she talks about is him. She only has eyes for Mr. Finn.” Amy’s impression of herself was so

earnest I couldn’t help but smile.

That’s… that works, I guess. I took another bite of cheese. No point explaining that Jack was probably conducting a security assessment, not fishing for

lating prospects.

So where did you go last night?” Amy asked, returning to her chopping. “You didn’t come back until this afternoon.”

‘Finn’s apartment,” I answered simply, not wanting to elaborate on the strange night I’d spent there.

After finishing my snack, I headed to the living room with a cup of tea, hoping to kill some time before dinner. I settled onto the plush sofa and clicked through television channels, eventually stopping on a business news station.

‘Sterling Groups West Coast division merger with Davis Enterprises proceeded smoothly after months of intense competition, the anchor reported ! was about to change the channel when something caught my attention.

“According to reports, despite strong opposition, a special representative of Sterling Group successfully led the negotiation

1 froze, the remote control suspended in mid air. My mind flashed back to that night when Finn had returned to the estate covered in blood. The timeline matched perfectly with the West Coast project.

Pieces began falling into place. Jack’s questions weren’t about romantic interest they were a security evaluation Victoria’s guilty expression whenever Finn’s work was mentioned. The S level confidential documents I’d seen in Finn’s room about the West Coast project

I set my tea down with trembling hands as understanding washed over me I wasnt just a business leader. He was the family’s enforce the case who handled their dirty work. The gleaming public face of Sterling Enterprises hid darker methods, and my was the one who carried them out hearing both

the risk and the blame

No wonder he never called his family They sent him into danger, then enjoyed the profits his work secured without getting their hands dirty.

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My heart ached for him. Beneath his cold exterior was a man who d been shaped into a weapon by his own family. The violence Id witnessed wasnt random cruelty–it was the result of years being used as the family s sword and shield.

I watched the sky darken outside the window, thinking about tomorrows family dinner. Williams return would only increase the tension. I wondered if Finn even wanted to attend, or if he’d been ordered to show up like a soldier reporting for duty.

I pulled out my phone, staring at it for several minutes before typing a message to Finn:

[Tomorrow’s family dinner, if you don’t want to come back, I can explain to your grandmother.]

I deleted and rewrote the message several times, uncertain how to communicate with this new version of Finn I was discovering. Finally, I sent the simple text and set my phone down, not expecting a reply.

When my phone vibrated minutes later, I jumped. Opening the message, I saw Finn’s response:

[I’ll be there.]

I stared at those three words, feeling my heart beat faster for reasons I couldn’t explain. Then a second message appeared:

[Don’t make decisions for me.]

I smiled despite myself, typing back a single word:

[Okay.]

I woke the next morning to the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway and hushed, urgent voices. Blinking away sleep, I glanced at the clock–barely seven. The Sterling Estate rarely stirred this early unless something significant was happening.

Then I remembered: William was coming home today.

Curiosity pulled me from bed. I wrapped a robe around myself and moved to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains. The morning sunlight revealed a flurry of activity below. Staff members rushed across the manicured lawn, carrying fresh flowers and polishing outdoor fixtures. Three black juxury cars were being meticulously detailed by uniformed drivers.

The front entrance had transformed overnight. Red carpets had been rolled out, potted plants arranged in perfect symmetry, and a small an of housekeeper inspected every surface for imperfections.

“Quite the welcome committee, I murmured to myself.

A soft knock at my door announced Amy, who entered with a breakfast tray and wide eyes

Mr. William will be here in two hours! she exclaimed, setting the tray on my bedside table Everyone’s been up save live tum?

Arch you cum d. Ti

I turned from the window with a wry simile Why would I? They ve hardly acknowledged me as Fuma wile

But you are Mrs Sterling now, Amy insisted.

I shook my head, taking a sip of orange juire “Am I? A rushed ceremony with barely anyone present doesn’t exactly scream

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this title because the baby needed a legitimate mother, not because they wanted me.”

Amy’s face fell with sympathy. Still…”

“It’s fine, I assured het, moving back toward the bed. I’ll come down for dinner and be the invisible daughter in law at the table. For now, I think I’ll resta

bit longer

I settled back against the pillows, determined to avoid the morning’s pageantry. Let them have their grand reunion without me playing the awkward

outsider

Just as I was reaching for a book on the nightstand, a sharp knock interrupted the quiet. This wasn’t Amy’s gentle tap, but something more official

“Mrs. Sterling? A man’s voice–James, the head butler–called through the door. “Mrs. Victoria Sterling requests your presence downstairs immediately.”

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