All Chapters of I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elara’s POV “What the hell is going on here?” My father’s voice echoes through the room, strong and commanding. His eyes, blazing with anger, lock onto us as he stands in the doorway with Uncle Damien. I stare at the ground, unable to meet their gazes, my mind racing. How do I explain why I was making out with my boss to my dad and uncle? I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. “Not you.” His gaze shifts to Lorenzo. “I’m talking to this man.” Lorenzo takes a deep breath and steps forward, his expression calm. “Mr. Rossi, I believe you’ve seen enough to understand the situation. So there’s no need to dance around it. I care deeply about your daughter, and I would like your permission to date her.” My eyes widen at his words. Date? Does he actually want to pursue something real with me? Lorenzo’s declaration leaves me stunned. Did he mean what he had said when he kissed me back home? My father laughs, a loud, mocking sound. “You’ve got some nerve, Lorenzo. I won’t all

Elara's POV I stare at Alexander as he speaks. His face looks strained, as if what he’s about to tell me has already taken a toll on him. “It all started when we were six. Lorenzo and I grew up as the best of friends. We met in kindergarten and became inseparable. Actually, our families were mortal enemies. His parents had always been wealthier than mine—not that mine were wealthy at all. My father had dragged his father to court over some issues at work, since my father was employed by them. But as children, we were so innocent. None of it mattered. So we kept doing everything together. We didn’t mind. We didn’t care. Even when our parents quarreled at events or wherever, Lorenzo and I would sneak away to play.” I smile softly. That sounds like a pretty beautiful childhood—much like mine in the orphanage. “I won’t bore you with the details of how we grew up,” Alexander continues, “but when we were twelve, a new girl came to our school. Her name was Sophia, and she was Russian—Soph

Elara's POVMy mouth drops open when I see the bearer of the melodious voice. A dashing woman who looks to be in her forties stands with a bright smile on her lips. Her hazel eyes exude warmth, and she has the shiniest brunette hair I have ever seen, which falls longer than her waist. For a woman her age, it’s mesmerizing. High cheekbones stress her beauty even more.I stand there, staring at her like a creep. She is so gorg—“Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” Lorenzo’s sharp voice startles me, pulling me out of my daze.Wait, why is he being so rude?The woman’s smile falters, and I feel sorry for her. She runs a hand through her hair and looks away from us.“Lorenzo, son, I am—”“Do not call me son,” he snaps, his tone ice-cold. The woman lowers her gaze to the floor, shielding her face with her hair.My eyes widen. Oh my god, son? She must be Lorenzo’s mother. But isn’t she too young? Well, not young, but—“I'll ask for the last time. What the hell are you doing here?”“

Elara's POV"Lorenzo, you know you’re being too rude, right?" I huff. "When I said 2 hours 30 minutes, I didn’t mean you should come exactly at that time to get me."He raises an eyebrow. "Of course, I’m a man of my word, Elara. You really think I’d leave you for longer than that? Hell no. You said 2 hours 30 minutes, and I came at 2 hours 30 minutes. Now shh.""But you didn’t even let me say a proper goodbye to Victoria. Is that fair? How would she feel?""Elara," Lorenzo says, his tone firm, "I don’t care how Victoria feels. Okay? Let’s go.""And where exactly are we going?" I ask, crossing my arms."I don’t know," he says with a small smirk. "I told you it’s a surprise, didn’t I? But do prepare—it’s going to be a long, long journey.""Long?" I ask, my eyebrows knitting together. "What do you mean by long?""You’ll find out," he replies, his face unreadable.I frown. "Okay, give me a hint.""You can try to decode it yourself," he answers casually, walking one step ahead of me.I hur

Elara’s POV“Mr. Russo,” Mother Esther calls out, her face breaking into a wide smile. “It is an honor to see you today, sir. Why didn’t you tell us you were going to come by? We would have prepared something special to welcome you.”Lorenzo smiles back at her. “There is no need for that, Mother. Elara and I won’t be staying long.”“Nonsense, sir. I insist that you join us for dinner at the orphanage,” Mother Annabelle urges.I beam at the thought of meeting the little children, but my heart is torn at the thought of being in the presence of these mothers. I still remember what they said to me last time.Lorenzo turns to face me. “I will do whatever Elara chooses to do.”All their eyes turn to me, and I lower my gaze to the ground. After thinking for a few seconds, I decide it’s best we stay for a while. “We can spend an hour with the children if it’s okay with you, Lorenzo,” I speak out, emphasizing the word children to make the mothers know that I am not staying here for them.Mothe