All Chapters of I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lorenzo's POVWaking up in the hospital was never part of my birthday vision. I had planned a fancy but small gathering—just a little celebration I could slip away from quickly before heading home to get some rest. No. I'm not your typical billionaire chasing after a parade of women. That lifestyle is far beyond me now, especially after 'her'. I can’t bring myself to look at another woman in the same way anymore.And then, in walked Elara. That girl nearly made me break all my rules—all because of her flawless skin, perfect curves, and those eyes that seem to draw me in whenever she stares at me. My best friend, Luke Grayson, who stayed by my side at the hospital, laughed endlessly, saying Elara and I had sex. But I don't want to believe it—I am not planning to sleep with any other woman. Yes, she did drug me, but could she have stolen my eight years of virginity?When I went to find her, my plan was to confront her and ask if she’d taken advantage of me. It wouldn’t have ended well i

Elara's POVAs Nina runs out, I decide it's best to find out what's going on. So, as quietly as I can, I walk to Lorenzo's office and place my ear against the door. I don’t pick up any sound, just dead silence.But I still don't relent. Maybe staying for a few more seconds will reward me. Nothing makes sense—why would Nina run out of Lorenzo's office crying? She's the strongest girl I know... also the most foolish.Lost in my thoughts, I don't hear his footsteps until it's too late. The door suddenly swings open, and I find myself falling forward with nothing to hold on to. And no, this is not a romance movie. I don’t land in Lorenzo's arms so we can stare into each other’s eyes and fall in love. Instead, my face meets the cold marble floor, sending a jolt of pain through my head. Ouch!Silence ensues. I lift my head sluggishly, only to wish I hadn’t. Lorenzo’s stony gaze fixes on me, his jaw clenched. Well, Elara, here we go again.“Hello, sir. I had a business... no, a vision... no,

Elara's POV Mr. Russo stares at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he's trying to place where he knows me from. “Do I know you?” he asks. I’d laugh if I wasn’t moments away from peeing my pants. A powerful man like him knowing someone as insignificant as me? No way. “No, sir, you don’t. I’m just… nobody. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get out of your way now,” I say quickly, already turning to leave. “Wait,” he calls. I freeze, clenching my fists and forcing a polite expression onto my face. I’m exhausted, and all I want is to run away from his grumpy son, but there’s no walking away from this either. Not when I’m face-to-face with a man like him. “Yes, sir?” “What are you doing here?” His gaze flickers to the private elevator I just exited. “You came from Lorenzo’s floor, didn’t you? Only people who work there have access to that lift.” “I—um, yes,” I stammer, unsure what to say. He’s Lorenzo’s father, after all. Shouldn’t he want to know who works in his son’s office? I would if

Elara's POVAfter trying for hours to get the door open, I finally give up and decide to sleep. It’s the only way I can escape the gnawing hunger and thirst.What I don’t expect is to wake up to my boss staring at my chest. What a pervert. Thank goodness I wasn't completely naked. Not like there's anything for him to see that will interest him. Men like him admire better things.I would have loved to give him a piece of my mind if the security guards weren’t standing before us with a man I don’t recognize. The man who locked me in. Who is he? And why would he lock me in here? It doesn’t make sense. “Peter, you better stop talking before I get to work on you,” Lorenzo’s voice cuts in, cold and commanding.“Mr. Russo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it,” the man says hurriedly, his voice trembling. “The girl threatened to hurt me. She also promised to feed me for a week." he cries, falling to his knees before Lorenzo.My brow furrows. What girl? I think, but before I can dwell on it an

Elara's POVLorenzo stares at me incredulously for about five seconds before breaking into a low chuckle. "You can't be serious, right? How do you expect me to do this now? It's 3 a.m. already."I roll my eyes. "Guess you can't accommodate us all in your house, right? Good! Now please leave so I can sleep in peace."Lorenzo huffs, running his hands through his hair, causing the thick locks to fall across his face. He looks really intimidating in my small apartment, and I feel heat crawling up my skin. He should leave—I am not comfortable with his presence right now."Fine, who do I talk to among these people?" he asks, his eyes bored. "Who is their leader?"Wait a second, is he actually agreeing to take us to his house? "Wow, I didn't think you'd agree. Okay, let me go get him."He nods, and I run out of my tent toward the old man—Mr. George's tent. "George, George, wake up!" I call out, joggling him. He stirs slowly and pushes away my hand. "Leave me alone. I’m in heaven.""If heaven