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.

I haven't seen it yet. She didn't like the previous dress, so she ordered a new one. Part of me is excited to see it and part of me is

what if she never knows it. What if I can just forget about it and move on? Sera

myself in a mess and I can't

Tomorrow she's going to be Mrs. Vasilios, but only god knows for

years. The moment she knows about the kiss,

But I know what I had. I know

feeling in my chest right now is not bad compared to the pain

And this time

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Jill Malik P.O.V

was so stressed. The wedding is tomorrow at the Bourne mansion. The past few weeks Flynn and I looked at some venues with our wedding planner and we immediately fell

with panoramic views and manicured gardens. We could definitely make

Flynn the past few weeks due so much wedding preparations. The food had to be tasted, the invitations had to be sent

each other was when it was time to go to bed and most of the time we didn't had time to

be Mrs. Vasilios. This morning I wrote a letter for him, that I will give him before the wedding. Just a little