Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 73

Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire

Chapter 73

Hannah’s POV

Impact.

Not from the front, but from the side. A violent crash as another vehicle slammed into us. The impact jarred my entire body, throwing me against the window. Pain exploded through my head. The collision had slowed our

descent, but hadn’t stopped it completely.

Through my blurry vision, I saw the black Range Rover had T–boned out car, pushing us partially sideways–but we were too far over the edge. The front of our car continued tilting downward, the sickening sound of metal scraping against rock filled my ears as the nose of the vehicle dipped into the dark water below.

“No!” Martin screamed, panic replacing his earlier resignation. He lunged toward me, grabbing my arm. “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me!”

Water began seeping through the dashboard as the car continued its descent. I struggled against Martin’s grip, my bound hands making it nearly impossible to fight back effectively.

Then came a sharp crack–a sound I’d only heard in movies. Martin’s grip on me suddenly went slack. Warm wetness sprayed across my face and chest. His eyes widened in shock, a red stain blooming across his shirt before he slumped forward.

I froze completely. Martin’s blood was on my face, my clothes. He’d been shot–killed right in front of me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even think to struggle as the car continued its slow slide into the river.

The door beside me was jammed, the frame twisted from the impact. Water was already seeping into the car, cold against my ankles as the vehicle continued its slow descent into the river.

“HANNAH!” A thunderous shout cut through my shock, snapping me back to reality.

Through the window, I saw him–Finn, his face contorted with an intensity I’d never witnessed before. He was standing on the embankment, the water already reaching his knees.

Even facing death, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked–dangerous and determined, like an avenging angel.

“Get out! NOW!” he commanded.

I yanked desperately at the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. The crash had warped the frame, sealing me

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inside. Panic surged as water continued rising around me, now reaching my calves.

1 pounded on the window with my fists, then tried kicking it, but the glass held firm. Martin’s lifeless body

slumped beside me, blood still seeping from his chest, mixing with the rising water.

“Move back!” Finn shouted, wading closer to the sinking vehicle.

I pressed myself against the opposite door, away from the window. In one powerful motion, Finn kicked the glass.

It spiderwebbed but didn’t break. He kicked again–harder–and this time the window shattered inward.

Water rushed in with frightening force, accelerating the car’s descent. The sudden influx pushed me back against

the seat as the cold river water quickly rose to my waist.

“Your hands,” he commanded, and I turned to show him my bound wrists. He sliced through the zip ties with a pocket knife, then grabbed my shoulders. “We need to get out. Now.”

The car lurched again, water now reaching my chest. In that moment, I understood the terrible math of our situation. The windows had been crushed and deformed in the collision, leaving only narrow, jagged openings. Even with my swimming skills, I couldn’t squeeze through such a small gap. The car was sinking fast, and our options were disappearing with each passing second.

“Finn, you go,” I said, already moving deeper into the water. “Go while you can.”

His eyes widened with something that looked like genuine shock. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back above the surface.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

“Saving you,” I gasped, water splashing into my mouth. “Please, Finn, go!”

Instead of leaving, he pulled me against him, the car continued filling with water. He held my hand tightly, his eyes searching mine with an intensity I’d never seen before.

“Hannah,” he said, his voice strangely soft amid the chaos, “do you really want me to live that badly? Is that how much you love me?”

The question caught me off guard. With water rising around us and death inches away, it seemed absurd to discuss feelings. Yet somehow, it was the only thing that mattered.

“Go!” I urged again, pushing at his chest. “You don’t even like me, remember? Why would you die with me?”

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A small, almost peaceful smile crossed his face. “Why indeed,” he said, his hand curling around mine underwater.

Then, as the river closed in around us, he asked: “Would it make you happy? Dying with me?”

The water reached our chins, and I knew these might be our final moments. His eyes never left mine, waiting for

an answer even as the river claimed us. I almost couldn’t believe it–facing death, and Finn was still pondering

such things. I realized then that he had no will to survive either; he’d given up fighting just as I had.

The water crept higher, now flooding my nostrils. I instinctively held my breath, feeling my body become buoyant.

I was a good swimmer–had been since childhood–but it wouldn’t matter. The doors were crushed and warped;

there was no swimming out of this metal coffin.

Finn suddenly shifted his gaze from my face, looking up toward the water’s surface, his expression changing to something unreadable. Without warning, he released his grip on me and swam toward the far side of the car. I watched him through the rising water, a strange relief washing over me despite our dire situation. He was finally thinking about survival, finally choosing to live rather than die alongside me.

Suddenly, a black four–pronged hook descended from above, attaching itself firmly to the edge of the window frame.

“Bang!”

The car door was literally sucked away, sunlight streaming in, bathing us both in its warm glow.

Finn quickly swam back toward me, his powerful arms cutting through the murky water with determination. He wrapped himself around me, one arm securing my waist, and began swimming toward the shore with strong, purposeful strokes.

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