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.

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

milk birthday boy." I

then looked at Aunt Lydia who gave him a glass of

he gagged as he squeezed his nose with his fingers. "I don't want to

burst out laughing. God, this

pee, it's

far away from him. "It's still gross. Is milk a fancy word for

No, it's milk. Not pee. I would never let you drink

to drink Milk?" he asked

makes you strong and you will

your

my pancake. I coughed loudly and stared at Milan

Milan

mean Flynn? Yes, like him and he's a friend okay not friend boy." I answered after the coughing stopped.

to be strong like

him a churro and he devoured it like he

Aunt Lydia continued the preparations for the birthday party. I helped her

the door. I

stood there with in her hand a delicious looking spiderman birthday cake. It took me a while to realize

my eyes. God, I have

sunglasses and looked

breathed out after a while. I wanted to squeeze the living daylight out of

"Come in." I let her in and closed the door.

birthday cake on the closest table and then turned around and hugged me...More like tackled me down. I

so much." she

I've missed you too

still wasn't ready to visit Barcelona because it brought back memories of her father and she still had a hard time dealing with it. The first time she came back to Barcelona was last Christmas, but that was when I

stayed like that for a while until someone cleared

Aunt Lydia looked grinning at us. "Girls, girls. You

me. She gave her mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with the cake. She placed the cake in the

asked, holding a blue bag in her hand.

"Playroom." I replied.

walked to the

room and pulled out the decorations. It was time to decorate the backyard. I grabbed the balloons, garlands, and pom poms and headed outside. I started decorating the back side

the last balloon I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was wobbly, and to

the ribbon on the nail I carefully tried

lose my balance. I squealed as I felt the

give me a broken

bone breaking sound of my ankle when I felt strong arms wrapped

familiar voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see Flynn looking worried over me. "You