I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

"How's everything at home Tía?" I put my phone on loudspeaker as I was wiping the makeup off my face.

I just returned from Ximena's party when I decided to give aunt Lydia a call. I haven't talked to her and Milan in almost two weeks. It was two in the morning in New York, but in Barcelona it was already eight in the morning and aunt Lydia and Milan would be awake and have breakfast.

"Everything is alright, how's New York?" Aunt Lydia asked. I heard Milan's voice in the background asking for churros. "No! No Churros, first drink your milk."1

I chuckled softly as I heard Aunt Lydia talking to Milan. "He still doesn't like milk?" I asked. When Milan was still a baby he refused to drink milk like other babies. While it took only a couple minutes to feed a baby, it took me a whole half day to feed Milan.12

"Oh no, I have to bribe him with churros to drink milk." 8

I laughed, typical Milan.

"Are you coming for his birthday? He's asking for you." 3

I nodded, but realized that Aunt Lydia couldn't see me. "Yes, I will. I already told Ximena about it." I said.

"Good." Aunt Lydia said as she let out a breath of relieve. I know that she's happy to finally see me again. "You haven't seen him in two years."

"Yeah." I sighed. I had missed his fourth and fifth birthday and I still feel so guilty that I couldn't make it only if it was for a couple of hours. "I was busy with finishing school and stuff."7

"I know, are you planning to take Milan to New York with you?"3

I stayed silent for a while when Aunt Lydia asked me that question. I was contemplating about taking him with me, New York has a lot of opportunities for him. "I don't know Tía, I don't want you to live alone in Barcelona."5

"Don't worry about me, I'll manage."

"No, I'll not take Milan with me. If he's old enough to decide what he wants, he can make his own decision. I'll always be there for him."

"You're really smart cariña, I don't know what I would do without you. You're so kind, generous--,"10

"Oh tía." I interrupted her, "You would be just fine."

"No, no...I don't even want to think about how close I was to lose you."

"But you didn't. I'm still alive." I whispered. Memories about what happened six years ago start making it's way to my head. 12

"I'm sorry, lo siento mucho."

"It's okay Tía, it's the...past and it's not your fault."

"I want Churros! I already drank my milk." I heard Milan's voice in the background. I smiled at the sound of him. He's such a big boy now.

"You didn't." Aunt Lydia said accusingly. "I saw you throwing it away in the sink."6

I laughed at that. And he's probably also a bad boy. "Do you hear this Jill?" Aunt Lydia huffed and I imagined her rolling her eyes. "He's not drinking his milk."

"I am! Can I have a churro now?" Milan yelled in the background

Aunt Lydia sighed, she had a soft spot for that boy. He had her wrapped around his little finger. "Okay, let me end this call first. I'll talk to you later Jill. Te amo."

"Te amo." I said, before ending the call. I put my phone down on my nightstand and suddenly everything that happened six years ago started to make it's way to my head. I had tried to forget and move on, but every now and then something or someone had to remind me about it. I can't get rid of that someone, because that someone is Milan.4

I sat on my bed as I let the memories take over my head. It was so long ago, but it felt like it had happened yesterday.

"Hey don't cry." Larissa whispered as she hugged me. How can I not cry? We were the 'it' couple at school, four years strong and then bam just like that everything's gone. Our future plans, our marriage, the baby names. We even agreed that our first child name would be Aliyah for a girl and Xavier for a boy. Now I can't use those names anymore, because it would remind me of him. 4

"He broke up with me." I sobbed as I buried my face in the hem of her shirt.

"Who?" Larissa asked. I bet she forgot that I was with Mateo.

"Mateo! We were together since freshman year." How I wished I could see the future then I didn't had to go through this horrible, heartbreaking, and painful process.

"Oh poor thing" Larissa whispered as she hugged me tighter.

her father left for her in his will she enrolled in a fashion school in Milan. Aunt Lydia didn't stop her, because she knew that's the way how

and my human diary. I always told her about my problems and I know that

my valedictorian speech, I was shattered. My world crumbled, all

said that he couldn't do long distance. I got a scholarship to study in the USA and he got one to study

I wasted four years of my life on some loser, who not only broke up

I knew that something was wrong because he became distant, but I didn't really care about it. It was senior year

an unfamiliar girl sitting with his parents. I assumed it was his cousin or family friend I haven't met yet. When his

fidgeting nervously with his cap. "N-nothing." he

his parents saw him her eyes lit up and she ran

babe!" she squealed.

a long lost

my whole body went numb. I was frozen on spot staring at Mateo with teary eyes as he pecked the

I can

"Shut up! I don't need no fucking explanation gilipollas . I

out in the car.

Larissa.

first thing that came into my mind. I need to go to Larissa. I

alright." Larissa cooed. "He is not

This morning I arrived in Milan. Larissa had called Aunt Lydia to tell

you Lari."

missed you too Jill, but you know that I can't

"Why?" I asked.

future. Barcelona is...I'm not ready to go back yet.

tightly. "Sooner or later you should visit. Aunt Lydia misses

She smiled faintly at me. "I know...I

widened. "Goodness, I need to get ready for the fashion

show?" I

a fashion show tonight." she paused for a second and then

I shook my head. "That's not

is a good idea. I don't want you to

stayed quiet, the only thing I need right now is ice

your soup, I'll send a dress and makeup up to your room." Larissa said before she exited my room. Well, I guess she didn't take no

There were lots of antics in different cabinets, but beside that I also spotted a cabinet with all kinds of liquor. If Larissa wanted me to go to that fashion show at least I need to clear my mind somehow. Whiskey can help me with that. Whiskey always does. I walked to the cabinet and took

door. I opened the door and there was a girl in a maid uniform holding a peach colored dress

as

said the driver

everything on the bed and took a shower. I could choose from all different kind of shower gels and shampoo, but I chose for the

was really tight on me, considering that Larissa is one size smaller than I am. I combed my hair, applied some makeup, applied my favorite

silky robe at the end of the stairs. "You look hot

smile. "Thanks,

get dressed at the show, come on let's

drove to the fashion show. At the fashion show Larissa gave me a seat in the second row as she went backstage to change. After she went backstage, I grabbed

thirty minutes for the show to start and still there was nothing. No models, only music. To make things worse there was a couple in front of me acting all lovey dovey with each other. Every Time they kissed

Fresh air.

this entire place ruining the dresses from the people who sat next to me. I stood up from my seat and made

chilly outside, but I didn't

again. From the corner of my eyes I could

that I could barely hear myself. "Haven't you learned that staring

next to me. I looked over at him and said: "What is a good looking guy like

the thin fabric of his shirt. To top

pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?"

my head

know why I was laughing, the whiskey is probably working. It did the thinking, the talking, and now the laughing. I wondered

to forget?" he asked

at that, because I don't believe in myths like how I don't believe in happy endings anymore. But now it didn't matter, because I wasn't doing the thinking. Whiskey

like this? I never kissed Mateo like this. I wanted to pull away before I lose myself in him but I can't seem to...In this moment,

he whispered huskily as he pulled away

point my mind was blank and the only thing that mattered to me was

even more deeper and hotter. I felt bad for the driver who had to witness