All Chapters of The billionaire who couldn't steal my heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Annabelle’s POV I hate the sound from the coffee machine because it drives me crazy. But today it is the only sound that is keeping me awake. I have been working for 3 days non-stop all because I want to gather the money for my mother's treatment. “You look terrible, Anna.” Says Sofia, she joined me over the counter. “You look like death warmed over.” she added while wiping the counter beside me. “When was the last time you left here and went home to have a sound sleep?” I sighed before replying to her. “I think it was two nights ago.” I scratch my head while brewing the coffee machine. My hands were shaking as I filled the cup while spilling half of the coffee. “My mother needs new treatment, the doctor told me this morning but the insurance company is proving to be difficult in approving it.” “How difficult is it?” Sofia asked, as she paused, wiping the counter and giving me the expression that she always does whenever she's about to get angry on my behalf. “I don't know but i

Ronan's POV (Six months earlier)I sat on the chair in the expensive funeral parlor that smelled of expensive flowers trying to stench away this smell of death. But I am here pretending to moan the man who never showed an ounce of affection towards me.My father's casket was surrounded by expensive lilies, but all I can think of was how my father looked me in the eyes when he was about to die 3 days ago. He didn't look at me with a human warmth, not with pride or even love. He looked at me with disappointment that I wasn't more like him.“You are fidgeting my son,” says my mother who held my trembling hand, “people are watching us.”Of course people are watching us to see any weakness in us, half the businessmen in the entire country are here, knowing that the death of Harrison was just an opportunity that would benefit their companies. While the other half businessmen stood and watched like vultures waiting to see if the Blackthorn industries would collapse without him.“I am fine, m

Annabelle's POVThe subway ride into Manhattan gives me time to think about what Mom was trying to tell me before she died. A billionaire father whose name starts with B. Someone who threw us away but might have left me something in his will. It sounds like something out of a movie, but the desperation in Mom's voice was real.Marcello's is exactly as elegant as I expected, with white tablecloths and candles flickering in glass holders. The hostess looks at my dress with barely concealed judgment, but her expression changes completely when she realizes I'm meeting Ronan."Right this way, Miss. Mr. Thompson is already seated at your table."Thompson? I thought his name was Ronan something else, but maybe I misheard him at the café. The hostess leads me to a corner table where he's waiting with a glass of red wine and a smile that makes my heart skip beats."You look absolutely stunning," he says as he stands to pull out my chair. "That dress is perfect on you.""Thank you. This place i