I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart

Elara's POVMy heart clenches with each thud as the footsteps draw closer to the door. Sprinting to my feet, I hide the wallet in my bag and rush towards the bed, lifting the covers and sprawling against Lorenzo.His broad body takes up much space as he's lying in the middle, so I have to lie on him. His body feels surprisingly cold, and if not for the warmth of his breath against my forehead, I would think he is a corpse.My eyebrows furrow as my mind erupts in thoughts: could it be the effect of the drug? But the packet says only headache and slight dizziness may occur as side effects, and that would only be when the person wakes up.A loud knock on the door breaks through my train of thought, my eyes widening while my heart feels like it's about to explode. "Lorenzo! Lorenzo, you in there? I know you're having fun and all, but it's just 15 minutes to cake cutting, so hurry your ass up."My breath hitches, and I feel sweat trickling down my skin. The man outside expects us to be...

Elara's POVMy brain screams at me to run, but my legs are frozen. I fist my little bag until my knuckles turn white. Lorenzo Russo is in my house, sitting as if he owns the place."Are you going to stand there the whole night?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Come in and take care of your guests, Mia Cara."I don't move; my mind is running wild with thoughts of all the things he could do to me. "W-what a-are y-you doing in my house?" I stammer, silently cursing myself for appearing weak in front of this intimidating billionaire.Lorenzo gets up from the chair, his gaze locked on me as he starts striding over to where I'm standing. My eyes widen, and I can hear my own heart pumping hard, as if I'd been running for hours. Finally coming to my senses, I turn on my heel, bolting out the door.It doesn't take five seconds for me to bump into two huge men in black suits, arms crossed as they patiently wait to drag me back to their boss. Well, shit. But maybe I can still try to run. I can out

Elara's POV I walk into Lorenzo's office building at exactly 8:30 a.m. the next day. My plan is to make him see me as a great and obedient employee, and then, when he isn’t aware, I'll strike hard. The office is furnished with dark wood furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and the most magnificent view of the city below. As I knock on the door, I can’t shake the feeling that something significant awaits me on the other side. “Come in,” Lorenzo calls, his voice commanding. I push the door open and step inside, only to freeze at the sight before me. Seated in front of Lorenzo is a woman with sleek black hair and an air of confidence that feels familiar. But I can’t quite see her face from where I stand. “Good morning, Mr. Russo,” I chirp, forcing a smile as I step further into the room. My eyes flicker back to the woman, a growing unease settles within me. “Have a seat, Walker,” Lorenzo says, his gaze sharp as it locks onto mine. My eyes widen in disbelief as I finally see the face

Elara's POVEarly the next day, I stand outside Lorenzo's office. After one last look in the mirror this morning, I know exactly what I currently look like. My eyes have heavy bags under them, and my entire body feels weak. I didn't sleep last night. I stayed awake trying to find ways to sabotage Lorenzo's project. All my plans led to dead ends.I step inside, my eyes meeting Lorenzo's. A mix of disgust and admiration rushes through me. Although I hate Lorenzo so much for his evil acts against the innocent, I can't deny that he looks yummy and delicious. With those bulging muscles, sharp grey eyes that look like they're piercing through my clothes, and that toned chest peeking out of his shirt, I can't help the heat that rushes to my core. Stupid Elara! Focus!“Elara, we’re heading to the East Side today. I need you to prepare for the site assessment.” His voice suddenly cuts through my thoughts. Gosh, Elara. Get a grip, you horny dog. How can you admire the same man you're supposed t

Elara's POVThe walk to Mother Annabelle's office is nerve-wracking and short. I spend the whole time thinking about what to say and how to prove that I am an ally and not a foe.The second Mother Annabelle sits down, my heart rate spikes. This is the moment of truth. I just hope they believe me. They have to believe me. I'm their daughter.Clearing my throat, I start, "Mother, I really—"She holds up her hand, cutting me off. After exchanging a glance with Mother Esther, who quietly walks to the door and locks it, she turns to me. "Elara, I am deeply disappointed in you. What has this community done to you? Did we wrong you that you chose to side with the enemy and ruin us?"I can't bear to see the looks of hurt on their faces, so I focus my gaze on the table. Mother Esther sighs and walks toward me. Holding my hands gently, she asks, "El, you are one of the most respectful and kind-hearted children this orphanage has ever raised. I know that living here was not easy. But we trained