Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 62

Heaven of Hell Loving My Twisted Billawhite

Chapter 62

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Dinner, he said abruptly, standing up. Call me before dinner.

I blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. You’re staying for the family dinner?”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. I had expected him to storm off after our confrontation, to disappear into Manhattan for days as he’d done before. The last thing I expected was for him to voluntarily attend a Sterling family gathering.

Finn didn’t answer. He simply turned and walked toward the door, his movements controlled and deliberate. At the threshold, he paused

without looking back.

“Before dinner, he repeated, and then he was gone.

I sat there for several minutes, my fingers absently touching my throat where his hand had been. What had just happened? somehow reached him, or was this another of his unpredictable mood shifts?

Hours later, I stood outside Finn’s bedroom door, my heart beating too fast as I raised my hand to knock. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. After our intense encounter earlier, I had no idea what version of Finn I would face now.

I knocked softly.

The door opened almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting. Finn stood there, dressed in dark slacks and a charcoal button–down shirt, the top buttons left casually undone. He looked elegant but not overly formal–and absolutely devastating.

“Dinner’s ready,” I said quietly. “Everyone’s waiting.”

I expected him to simply walk past me, to keep that careful distance he’d maintained since his memory loss. Instead, Finn reached out and placed his hand on my waist, drawing me against his side with natural possessiveness.

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The Sterling dining room was a cathedral to wealth and status. Crystal chandeliers hung from coffered ceilings, casting primatur light

across the long mahogany table. William sat at the head, with Sophia to his right and Victoria for his left. Berhard sloured in his chake

beside his mother, looking bored before the meal had even begun.

All eyes turned to us as we entered. I felt Finn’s grip tighten slightly on my waist, and I wondered if it was protectiveness or menahy fest show. Either way, I was grateful for the support as we faced the assembled Sterling family.

Richard’s gaze lingered on me with undisguised contempt before sliding to Finn. Sophia’s smile was bright and brittle as she waved as

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