I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

The preparations for Milan's birthday started before sunrise. 1

At four in the morning Aunt Lydia was already in the kitchen making all kinds of sweets and I was helping her with it.

Larissa would bring the cake. She would arrive in Barcelona a little bit after ten. She had to fly from Germany where she had a photoshoot. 1

When Milan woke up we all sang happy birthday for him and I couldn't help but shed a tear at how long it has already been.

Six years since the accident.

Six years since I've known Milan.5

Six years since my life had changed.

I became a mommy the very first time I could hold him in my arms, and god didn't it felt good. It felt so complete and I vowed to his parents, who are watching us from heaven, that I would give him everything his heart desires. Even though we weren't related by blood, my love for him was the only thing that matter. From my own past I have learned that you don't need to be related by blood to become family. And Milan was family. The love I have for him is indescribable. 6

I didn't know his parents, but I know what it feels like to not have a family.

I know what it's like to be abandoned by your own blood.

The world can be so cruel.

"Mommy, are you alright?" Milan asked as he smoothed the wrinkles out of my face.

"Yes, amor." I smiled. "Go brush your teeth and come downstairs okay, I will make breakfast."

He nodded and hurried to the bathroom. I sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. Last night he asked me again to tell him the story about his parents.

Since the day Milan could talk, I told him the truth about his parents. I made up a sweet story about them, because I didn't know anything about them except their first names.

Marco and Rosa. They were Italians.

I wanted Milan to know the truth. It was easier for me to tell him from now on, instead of waiting when he's a teenager.

I walked downstairs and saw Aunt Lydia making breakfast. Guess, I didn't have to do it anymore.

"Good morning Jill." She chirped and shove me a plate with pancakes, whipped cream, and strawberries.

"Mmh, this looks good. No churros today?"

She pointed at the container in front of me. "Churros for you and Milan."

"I'm hungryyy!" Milan yelled as he ran into the kitchen, jumping on the kitchen chair. He grabbed the container with churros and was about to grab one when I snatched it from him.

"First milk." "Mommy!" he whined, pouting his lips. Adorable, but it will not help

birthday boy." I repeated.

at Aunt Lydia who gave him a glass of milk.

as he squeezed his nose with his fingers. "I

almost burst out laughing. God, this

pee, it's milk." I chuckled.

drank it and shoved the glass far away from him. "It's still gross. Is

I would never

do I need to drink Milk?" he asked

you strong and you will get

your friend boy?"

loudly and

at Milan when he

him and he's a friend okay not friend boy." I answered after the coughing stopped.

like him. Can I have a

I handed him a churro and he devoured

Milan play in the playroom as me and Aunt Lydia continued the preparations for the birthday party. I helped her make punch and tarta de

kitchen when we heard a knock on the door. I wiped my hands on a cloth and walked

her hand a delicious looking spiderman birthday cake. It took me a while to realize it was Larissa.

in my eyes. God, I have missed her

her sunglasses and looked

after a while. I wanted to squeeze the living daylight out of her, but

let her

the closest table and then turned around and hugged me...More like tackled me down. I fell on my butt as she

much." she cried out.

I've missed

Milan or some other country due to her work. On top of that, she still wasn't ready to visit Barcelona because it brought back memories of her father and she still had a hard time

We stayed like that for a while until someone cleared their

You need to catch up later. We have

mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with the

asked, holding a blue bag

"Playroom." I replied.

nodded and walked to

walked towards the living room and pulled out the decorations. It was time to decorate the backyard. I grabbed the balloons,

I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was wobbly, and to make things worse I had

the ribbon on the nail I carefully tried to get off

that I had to lose my balance. I squealed as I

give me a

my eyes to hear the bone breaking sound of my ankle when I

a familiar voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see Flynn looking worried over