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.

sternly. "First milk." "Mommy!" he whined, pouting his lips.

birthday boy."

and then looked at Aunt Lydia who gave him a glass of milk.

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

almost burst out laughing. God, this boy.

cow pee, it's

away from him.

it's milk. Not pee. I would never let you drink

to drink Milk?"

strong

your friend boy?"

my pancake. I coughed loudly and stared at Milan with

Milan

friend okay not friend boy." I answered

I want to be strong like him. Can

churro and he devoured it like he hadn't ate in

Lydia continued the preparations

door. I wiped my

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

in my eyes. God, I have missed

off her sunglasses and looked at me in complete

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

"Come in." I let her in

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

much." she

missed you

ago. Every time I came to Barcelona, she was in 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 dealing with it. The first time she came back to Barcelona was last Christmas, but that was when I couldn't make it due to

a while until someone cleared their

looked up and Aunt Lydia looked grinning at us. "Girls, girls. You need to catch up later. We have a

stood up followed by me. She gave her mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with the

holding a blue bag in her

"Playroom." I replied.

and walked

to decorate the backyard. I grabbed the balloons, garlands,

on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was wobbly, and

I finally tied the ribbon on the nail I

was just my luck, that I had to lose my balance. I squealed as I

will give me a

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

I slowly opened my eyes to see Flynn