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.

his lips. Adorable, but it will

boy."

looked at Aunt Lydia who gave him a

he squeezed his nose with his fingers.

laughing. God, this

not cow pee, it's milk." I

from him. "It's still gross. Is milk a

Not pee. I would never let you drink pee."

need to drink Milk?"

makes you strong and

your

my pancake. I coughed loudly and stared at Milan

looked amused at Milan when he said

and he's a friend okay

to be strong like him. Can

he devoured it like he

continued the preparations for the birthday

heard a knock on the door. I wiped

her hand a delicious looking spiderman

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

She pulled off her sunglasses and looked at

after a while. I wanted to squeeze the living daylight out of her, but she was holding Milan's birthday

let her in and closed the

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

you so much."

I've missed you

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 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

for a while until someone

us. "Girls, girls. You need to catch up later. We have a

gave her mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with

a blue bag in her

"Playroom." I replied.

and walked to

walked towards the living 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 of the house, the tables, and the

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

the ribbon on the nail I carefully tried

was just my luck, that I had to lose my balance. I squealed as I felt the chair under me disappearing.

this will give

my eyes to hear the bone breaking sound of my ankle when I felt strong arms wrapped around my body.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Flynn looking worried over me. "You almost gave me a heart attack, don't do