All Chapters of I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Elara's POV I weave my way through the crowded hall. A place this magnificent costs more than the life earnings of a hundred men. Yet, the rich and influential use it for display. The soft strains of jazz music float through the hall. I feel a little out of place, in my dazzling red dress which costs no more than a few dollars. Looking around, I try to see if anyone notices the difference between the cheap material and the thousand-dollar dresses adorning everyone else in the room. Nobody pays any attention to me, all focused on showing off their wealth. A deep baritone voice suddenly cuts through my self-judgment. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are welcome to my 28th birthday party. We are family, and I hope you all feel free." The crowd breaks out in cheers, applauding the man who steals the room's attention with his captivating silver eyes, his affluent accent, and his elegant attire. They have to. Of course, he just said they belong to one family. The wealthy as one and the poo

Elara's POVThe voice sounds again from the entrance to the alley, sharp and furious. "What the hell is going on here?"My heart rate quickens. I sink further into the wall, feeling the roughness pressing into my back. Whoever this guy is, he sounds furious. I would never want to be on his bad side. I sneak a peek over the edge of the chair shielding me and see the man from earlier—Lorenzo’s guard—staring at the stranger."Answer me, damnit!" the stranger bellows, causing me to jump.The guard stumbles over his words, unsure. "I—I was just looking for a—""Get out of my house," the stranger snaps. His tone causes me to shudder. How scary is this man?The guard mutters something and hurries away, leaving just me, the stranger, and the silence. My palms grow sweaty, my mind reeling with all the things that could happen to me. He must be the owner of this place. Of course, I should have known."Are you planning on staying there forever? Or are you waiting for an invitation?" His cold voi

Elara's POVMy parents used to tell me to be cautious around wealthy people because they were frequently manipulative and could easily disrupt your life if they wanted to. As I stood now before Lorenzo Russo, hands trembling and my heart pounding against my chest, I realized that I should have listened. After using the money, I had discarded the wallet into a river while laughing like a maniac as I enjoyed the sweet taste of revenge. I hadn't bothered to check if there was anything else inside. And now here I was, regretting all my life choices as I tried to figure out what to do."Mr Russo," I stammer, gulping down a large amount of air. "You must be mistaken, sir. I am sure your picture must be in another one of your wallets. Surely you have more than one, right?"Lorenzo Russo's hardened face turns even colder, the expression strong enough to send a shiver coursing down my spine. "I believe you want to play with me, Walker. That picture is very important to me and is the only one

Elara's POV "Yes, Miss Walker, I’m still waiting for you to tell me what you're doing in here," Lorenzo says, crossing his arms over his chest as he examines me intently. My eyes drop to the floor, evading Lorenzo's piercing stare. I can feel his eyes burning holes into my head. I try to rack my brain for an excuse, but I come up blank. Lorenzo seems to run out of patience because he suddenly walks toward me, and when he stands barely two feet away, he reiterates, "You seem to have a knack for irritating me." His voice is dangerously low, sending another shiver down my spine. Think, Elara. Think. "S-sir, I came to look for..." I trail off, my eyes darting around as I search desperately for anything that will make my lie believable. Lorenzo raises a brow. "Look for what in my office, Elara?" My eyes land on some files sitting idly on his desk, and relief washes over me. "Some files I forgot in here, sir. When you told me to work on the Portal project, I didn't collect all the fi