Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 70

“Not a sound,” he hissed, his formerly pleasant voice now cold and threatening. “Do exactly as I say, and you might

survive this.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. The baby. I needed to stay calm for the baby.

“You’re coming with me,” Martin continued. “We’re going to walk out of this building quietly. If you try to signal anyone, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Keeping the knife steady, he glanced at the screen, his expression tightening.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Change of plans. Someone’s coming.”

Through the one–way glass, I could see into the hallway beyond. My breath caught as a familiar figure appeared. Finn. He moved with purpose through the corridor, his stride confident despite his blindness. Despite the dark glasses covering his eyes, his face was set in determination.

Finn stopped abruptly outside the observation room, turning his head toward the mirrored glass. Though I knew he couldn’t see through it–couldn’t see me–his posture suggested awareness, as if some sixth sense had alerted

him.

Martin’s knife pressed harder against my throat, and I felt a sharp sting as the blade accidentally broke skin. A warm trickle of blood ran down my neck. His hand trembled slightly–the movement of someone unused to

wielding a weapon.

“Not a sound,” he warned, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m not afraid to use this.”

I forced myself to stay perfectly still, knowing any sudden movement might cause him to press deeper. For the baby, I reminded myself. Stay calm for the baby.

I stared at Finn through the glass, silently pleading. Help me. Please sense something’s wrong. My eyes burned with desperation, willing him to somehow perceive what he couldn’t possibly see.

For a long moment, Finn remained motionless, facing the mirrored wall. His head tilted slightly, like a predator

catching a distant scent. Was it possible? Could he somehow sense my presence?

“Mr. Sterling!” A teacher’s voice called from down the hallway.

I watched in silent horror as Finn hesitated, then turned away. Each step he took carried my hope further away.

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As Finn disappeared from view, Martin finally relaxed his grip slightly. I gasped for air, my mind gradually clearing as oxygen returned. When I instinctively reached to touch my neck where he’d cut me, Martin jerked the knife

closer.

“Don’t move!” he hissed.

I froze immediately.

Martin roughly pulled my hands behind my back, securing them with zip ties he’d apparently prepared in advance. The plastic cut into my wrists as he tightened them. He then pressed the knife against my lower back, his voice betraying his agitation.

“Walk. Downstairs. Not a sound. Don’t try to run–one wrong move and this knife goes in. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand. I won’t move, Martin. Just stay calm,” I said softly, trying to sound reasonable despite my

racing heart.

I cooperated as he guided me toward the building’s side exit, where a metal emergency staircase descended to the parking lot. Each step on the metal stairs created a slight ringing sound, but no one seemed to notice us leaving.

Martin had parked his car directly below the staircase–no need to pass through the main entrance. He roughly pushed me into the back seat, quickly binding my ankles with another zip tie before fastening the seatbelt across my chest, effectively immobilizing me completely.

After checking his restraints one final time, seemingly satisfied that I couldn’t escape, Martin climbed into the driver’s seat. As the engine started and we pulled away from the school, the full gravity of my situation crashed down on me. No one knew I was missing. No one had seen us leave.

I closed my eyes in desperation.

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