I stole the billionaire’s heart

Three years later in Amman, Jordan7

Jill Malik P.O.V

It was a very busy day at the market. It was so hot and I couldn't stand the bustle. I quickly went to the grocery stand and paid for the groceries. I hurried back to my car and immediately turned on the air-conditioning. I let out an exhausted sigh.

Three years, and I'm still not used to the hot weather. It's not hot all year round, but when it is I wished I could go back to New York city. I placed the groceries on the passenger seat and headed home. It was a busy day at work, but thank goodness it was Friday. 1

I drove to the villa I was staying for the past three years. It was a seven bedroom villa that I shared with Ethan and his now wife, Irina. Irina was so sweet and understanding that she let me stay with them.

So much had changed in three years. I flew all the way from New York to Jordan to start a new life. The only people aside from Ethan and Irina that knows where I am are my aunt and Milan. They come visit me during Christmas and Summer. I'm pretty sure Flynn knows where I am too, he just never showed up and I think that's a good thing. But deep down I wished he did. If he knew where I was, I wished he had at least sent me an apology letter. But he didn't. 2

I pulled up into the driveway of the big vanilla colored Villa and grabbed the groceries from the passenger seat. I opened the door and the house was empty. It was always empty during the day. Irina was usually in her bedroom and Ethan was at work. The only time I saw them was in the morning during breakfast and at night during dinner.

Last year Irina asked me to be her maid of honour, but I politely declined. I didn't showed up to their wedding either, because I just couldn't. It was painful. The feelings I have for Flynn were still there and I don't think I will ever love someone as much as I love Flynn. Even after three years, it's still very painful to think about him.

I actually forgave him, because if I didn't I don't think I could live peacefully. What he had done to me was a low blow and even though I told myself that the past will not affect my future. It actually did.

I can't move on from him.

my mind and my

how much I tell myself that I deserve better than him, it makes me want him more. Nights are torture to me. I can't sleep without having nightmares about that day. I can't sleep without thinking about him. There were so many times that I wanted to go back to New York and just throw myself at him. But I know that this time it should be

and then I went downstairs to see if I got mail. Aside from beauty magazines, there was a pink envelope with

Dear Jill,

I'm sorry.

life than what I have done to you. It was wrong, stupid and immature and you do not deserve any

ever loved and it was cause of

now, cause I tore your world apart, and now all I can think about

did a good job of protecting you, it took forever for my detectives to find you.

and if you want to. I hope you do, because I need you. I seriously need

you have already moved on from me, but I didn't. I can't move on from you and I

Love always,

Flynn.

who didn't want to reach out to me. I read the letter once again and the tears kept falling down my cheeks. I have missed him. I

the hell, why

letter out of my hand and his eyes widened