Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Finn’s POV

The hospital room was quiet after what happened between Hannah and me. My body still hummed with satisfaction,

muscles finally relaxed after days of tension. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to break whatever fragile peace we’d

found. Her breathing beside me was soft, measured–a rhythm I could almost count by heart now.

“Maybe I should move to your villa,” Hannah said suddenly, her voice gentle in the stillness. “It would be easier to help

you.”

I felt my lips curve into a smirk, keeping my eyes shut. “Or maybe we could just do this again. That would be more

convenient.”

I sensed her body temperature rise even without looking at her. The slight shift in her breathing told me she was blushing.

“That’s not what I meant,” she replied quickly. “I was thinking I could stay in one of the guest rooms. Not… with you.”

I opened my eyes then, studying her. Always so careful to set boundaries. “One time and you’re already thinking of moving

into my house?”

“As your assistant,” she clarified, her eyes meeting mine with that stubborn honesty I’d come to expect. “That’s all. In my

own room.

“In your eyes, what am I to you?” I pressed, feeling an unexpected tightness in my chest.

“I’m not delusional, Finn. I don’t expect you to belong to me. I’m just your assistant.”

Something inside me sank at her words. Just an assistant. Of course. What else would she think after everything? I schooled my expression, refusing to let her see. “Whatever,” I said finally. “Try it and see.”

I deliberately made my tone challenging, watching her reaction. Would she back down?

“Would it be okay if I brought some of my things?” she asked instead. “Maybe some furniture for the room?”

“Whatever,” I repeated, looking away. I was done with this conversation.

She adjusted the lighting to something softer, the dim glow casting shadows across the walls. “Goodnight, Finn,” she

whispered.

I didn’t answer, but I felt her presence beside me like a physical weight–impossible to ignore even when I tried. Eventually, her breathing slowed and deepened. I remained awake, listening to the sound of her sleep, unable to understand why it calmed me.

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A sharp knock pulled me instantly from sleep. My body reacted before my mind could catch up–hand shooting out toward

the bedside table, searching for the gun I usually kept nearby. My fingers grasped empty air, and reality rushed back.

Hospital. Hannah. Safety, supposedly.

“It’s Dr. Green,” Hannah’s voice was soft beside me, her hand touching my arm lightly. “I’ll get it.”

I felt the mattress shift as she got up, heard the door open just enough for her to slip through. Distant murmurs reached me through the thin hospital door–fragments about “rest” and “taking it easy” floated back.

They weren’t talking about me at all. The doctor was discussing Hannah’s own recovery, her pregnancy care. I strained to hear more, but their voices were too far away, the words blending together into an indistinct hum.

The soft cadence of their conversation gradually lulled me back toward sleep. I tried to stay alert, to catch what they were saying, but exhaustion pulled at me. My thoughts drifted, scattered, and finally surrendered to darkness.

Something soft brushed against my cheek when I woke again. I came to instantly, years of survival instincts making me hyperaware of any unexpected touch. My fingers found a delicate stem, carefully stripped of thorns, and velvety petals. A

flower. On my pillow.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, holding it between my fingers, careful despite my confusion.

“A/yellow rose,” Hannah explained, her voice warm with that perpetual cheerfulness. “I found it in the hospital garden. I thought the bright color might cheer you up.”

I twirled the stem, feeling the texture of the petals. Something so small and fragile, placed beside me while I slept. The intimacy of the gesture made my chest tighten.

“My dad used to give my mom a single yellow rose on special days,” Hannah continued, filling the silence with her words, “He always said that one flower was all it took to declare your intentions–one flower to claim a heart.”

My fingers stilled on the rose. “One flower to claim a heart“?” I repeated, a strange pressure building behind my ribs. What was she trying to say?

“Yes,” she said, her eyes watching me casually. “Just a sweet family story. My mom loved yellow roses.”

I traced the petals again, feeling oddly vulnerable. No one had ever given me flowers before. No one had ever tried to “claim my heart” with romantic gestures. It was… disarming.

The door burst open, interrupting whatever was happening between us. Amy entered, her energy immediately grating on

my nerves.

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“Hannah! Thank you for the yellow roses, she exclaimed. They’re so beautiful. Just like the one you gave to Mr. Sterling!”

Just like the one. Exactly the same. Not special. Not unique. Not for me alone.

Cold fury washed through me, drowning whatever warmth had been building. “Get rid of it,” I ordered Amy, my voice hard.

“I–what?” Amy stammered, looking between us in confusion.

“The flower. Throw it away. Now.” I bit out each word, barely containing my anger.

Amy backed away, eyes wide with fear. Good. She should be afraid. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-

“Just go,” I snapped, and she fled.

I grabbed the yellow rose from my pillow and threw it to the floor. With deliberate force, I swung my legs over the bed and stomped on the delicate flower, grinding it beneath my heel. Each crushed petal felt like a necessary destruction. Each twist of my foot erased the momentary weakness I’d felt.

When I looked up at Hannah, I made sure she saw exactly how I felt.

“If you give me something,” I said, measuring each word, “it better not be exactly the same as what you give everyone else. I don’t want it if it’s not only mine.”

Her eyes widened slightly, realization spreading across her face. Good. Let her understand. I didn’t share. Not my things. Not my flowers.

And especially not her.

Hannah hesitated for a moment, then straightened her shoulders like she was preparing for battle. “There’s something else you should know,” she said, her voice careful. “William threatened to donate your mother’s inheritance to charity if Sophia doesn’t return safely.”

I felt my blood freeze, then instantly boil. My vision narrowed to a pinpoint, and I knew my eyes must have shown the murderous intent flooding through me. That inheritance was all I had left of my mother. The only thing that was truly mine. The only connection to her that William couldn’t corrupt.

“He what?” My voice was barely recognizable, even to myself.

Hannah quickly reached for a small makeup case beside the bed, unzipping it with steady hands despite the tension crackling in the air.

“Before you do anything drastic,” she said, her voice deliberately soothing, “I think we should try a gentler approach this time.” She opened the case, revealing an array of professional cosmetics. “There are other ways to win this battle.”

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