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.

still in my

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

was my turn to prepare dinner. I walked upstairs to my room to change into comfortable clothes and then I went downstairs to see if I got mail. Aside from beauty magazines, there was a pink envelope with my name on it written in gold ink. I placed the magazines on the table and opened the envelope. When I saw the handwriting inside I almost choked on air. This can't be true. Not

Dear Jill,

I'm sorry.

done to you. It was wrong, stupid and immature and you do

I've ever loved and it was cause of the things

right now, cause I tore your world apart, and now all I can think about is how I broke your heart.

too late, but I couldn't find your address. Ethan did a good job of protecting you, it took forever for my detectives to find you.

you want to. I hope you do, because I

from me, but I didn't. I can't move on from you and I don't think I ever will. You have

Love always,

Flynn.

that it was Flynn who didn't want to reach out to

hell, why are you

looked worried between me and the letter. "What is that?" He grabbed the letter out of my hand and his eyes widened as he saw the