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.

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

boy." I repeated.

Lydia who gave him

his nose with his fingers. "I don't

out laughing. God, this

cow pee, it's milk." I chuckled.

and shoved the glass far away from him. "It's still gross. Is milk a fancy word

I

I need to drink

it makes you strong

"Like your friend

choked on my pancake. I coughed loudly and stared at Milan

amused at Milan when he said

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

like him. Can I

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

the preparations for the birthday party. I helped her make punch and tarta de queso.

when we heard a knock on the door. I wiped

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

whispered as tears formed in my eyes. God, I have missed her so

her sunglasses and looked at

I wanted to squeeze the living daylight out

her

and then turned around and hugged me...More like

so much."

missed you too

I saw her was six years 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

a while until someone

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

stood up followed by me. She gave her mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with the cake. She placed the cake in the refrigerator and then turned

she asked, holding a blue bag in

"Playroom." I replied.

and walked to

I grabbed the balloons, garlands, and pom poms and headed outside. I started decorating the back

to hang the last balloon I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was wobbly, and to make things worse I had to stand on my tippy toes to

ribbon on the nail I carefully tried

luck, that I had to lose my balance.

will give

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

Flynn looking worried over me. "You almost gave me a heart attack,