I stole the billionaire’s heart

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V1

When I kissed Sera I tasted something like rotten fruit. It was wrong. It was fucked up. I hated every single cell in my brains for it. But I can't change what's done.

Now I am going to lose the most precious person in my life. I know she is going to find out, sooner or later. And I know that the best thing to do is to tell her the truth.

But I can't.

I can't tell her. I can't see her crying. I can't see her in pain. I can't see her walk away from me. It was a moment of weakness and I hate and regret it so much, but I know that there's no denying in it.

I cheated on her. 5

Even though it was just a kiss. 38

And I know that Jill wouldn't hesitate to pack her stuff and leave. How much could she possibly take? After everything she went through with me, it's easy for her to leave but she decided to stay. And here I am, creating ways for her to leave me.

I focused my attention back on my laptop. I had a meeting in twenty minutes and I still haven't made a powerpoint presentation yet. My pudding was at home with Ximena, doing wedding stuff. The wedding is tomorrow and I have never felt so miserable and happy at the same time.

like the previous dress, so she ordered a new one. Part

if she never knows it. What if I can just forget about it and move on? Sera wouldn't open her

myself in a mess and I can't even get out of it.

a huge sigh. Tomorrow she's going to be Mrs. Vasilios, but

going to lose her. It may be tomorrow or in twenty years. The moment

it's gone. But I know what I had. I

right now is not bad compared to the pain Jill will go through when

screwed up. And this

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Jill Malik P.O.V

Flynn and I looked at some venues with our wedding planner and we

panoramic views and manicured gardens. We

much wedding preparations. The food had to be tasted, the invitations had to be

of the time we didn't had time to talk. I know something was bothering him, because he was

I am. It's all going so fast and in twenty four hour I'm going to be Mrs. Vasilios. This morning I wrote a letter for him, that