Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 98

Heaven or Hell. Loving My Twisted Billionaire.

Chapter 98

I’ve prepared a learning plan, she explained, her voice brightening with enthusiasm. Everything you need to know about Sterling Entertainment, broken down into manageable chunks.”

I stared at the elaborate setup. She’d arranged comfortable cushions, placed a carafe of water and small plate of cookies within easy. and even included what looked suspiciously like rewards at the completion of each section–small chocolates wrapped in colorful foil.

You’ve turned my home into a preschool,” I said, but found my tone lacked the edge I intended.

Hannah smiled, not at all deterred. “Sit down and try it before you judge.”

Something in her confident tone made me comply, sinking into the chair she indicated. She settled beside me, close enough that her arm brushed mine as she reached for the first set of materials.

‘Let’s start with the overall structure,” she said, opening a folder with color–coded tabs.

The next hour passed in a blur of information, delivered in Hannah’s clear, patient voice. She’d broken down complex business relationships into simple diagrams, created mnemonics for key industry terms, and somehow made the tedious process of learning entertainment finance almost… enjoyable.

When I struggled with a particularly dense section on international licensing, she moved her chair closer. “Here, let me show you.”

Her hand covered mine as she guided my finger along a chart, tracing the flow of revenue. Her skin was warm against mine, her touch light but confident. Something tightened in my chest at the casual intimacy of it.

“See how it connects back here?” she said, her breath tickling my ear.

I nodded, hyperaware of each point where our bodies connected. When she withdrew her hand, I felt an irrational flash of disappointment.

“You’re catching on so quickly,” she said, her praise warming something inside me that I didn’t want to examine too closely. She handed me a small chocolate. “You’ve earned this.”

I almost refused it on principle–I wasn’t a child to be rewarded with sweets–but there was something so genuinely pleased in her expression that I found myself accepting it.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, unwrapping the chocolate.

“Is it working?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

I didn’t answer, but the chocolate was expensive and dark, melting perfectly on my tongue. Being treated like a child shouldn’t feel this good, I thought. And yet, there was something undeniably pleasant about having someone care enough to create this elaborate system just for me.

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Chapter 98

When we reached a section on content development strategy, Hannah’s hand covered mine again to point out a correlation heroon. production costs and viewer engagement.

“Like this,” she said, guiding my hand to circle a key data point.

Her fingers were delicate but strong, her palm soft against the back of my hand. I found myself making deliberate errors in my calculations just to feel her correct me, to experience that moment of contact again. When she withdrew too quickly after one such correction, I had to stop myself from reaching for her hand to bring it back.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never been this pathetic.

And yet, I couldn’t deny the pleasant warmth spreading through me as Hannah celebrated each insight, anticipated when I needed water. and somehow made me feel both cared for and respected. Being coddled like this–it wasn’t terrible. In fact, a traitorous part of my mind whispered, it felt rather nice.

As we progressed through her carefully designed lessons, I noticed a pattern in the materials she’d prepared. The television production sections were significantly more detailed than those on film or streaming content, with enthusiastic notes in the margins about storytelling potential and audience engagement.

“You want to develop high–quality television series,” I said, tapping the extensive section on prestige drama development. “Something that could compete with the streaming giants.”

Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly in surprise. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

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T Tracy Gordon

what happened to jack? he was always there and then he just disappeared.

7 days ago

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