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.

milk." "Mommy!" he whined, pouting his lips. Adorable, but it

birthday boy." I repeated.

then looked at Aunt Lydia who gave

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

out laughing. God, this

not cow pee, it's

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

I would never let

I need to drink

strong

"Like your friend

I coughed loudly and

looked amused at Milan when he

you mean Flynn? Yes, like him and he's a friend okay not friend

strong like him. Can I have a

he devoured it like he hadn't ate in

play in the playroom as me and Aunt Lydia continued the preparations for the birthday party. I

were busy in the kitchen when we heard a knock on the door. I wiped my

a delicious looking spiderman birthday cake. It took me

I whispered as tears formed in my

sunglasses and looked at me in

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

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

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

much." she cried

I've missed

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

We stayed like that for a while until

girls. You need

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

she asked, holding a blue bag in her

"Playroom." I replied.

walked to

the backyard. I grabbed the balloons,

time to hang the last balloon I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was

on the nail I

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

give me a broken

to hear the bone breaking sound of my ankle when I

eyes to see Flynn