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

milk birthday boy." I repeated.

Aunt Lydia who gave him a

with his fingers. "I don't want to drink

laughing. God, this

pee, it's milk." I

glass far away from

"What? No, it's milk. Not pee. I would

to drink Milk?" he

it makes you strong and you will get

"Like your friend boy?"

pancake. I coughed loudly and

Lydia looked amused at Milan when he said friend boy.

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

strong like him. Can I have a

he devoured it like

me and Aunt Lydia continued the preparations for the birthday party.

when we heard a knock on the door. I wiped my hands on a cloth and walked to the door to opened

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

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

pulled off her sunglasses and looked at me

after a while. I wanted to squeeze the living

I let her in and

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

you so much." she cried

missed you

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

We stayed like that for a while

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

to the kitchen with the cake. She placed the cake in the refrigerator and then turned

a blue bag

"Playroom." I replied.

nodded and walked to the

I walked towards the living room and pulled out the decorations. It was time to decorate the backyard. I grabbed the balloons, garlands, and

top of the pole. It was wobbly,

nail I carefully tried

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

give

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

Flynn looking worried over me. "You