The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter

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?The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, it starts feeling like one.?

A soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I prepared myself for the sun to attack my poor eyes.

But it didn't. I slowly opened them and saw the sunlight hidden behind the curtains of the windows.

I pulled off the comforter and swung my legs to the side to get out of the bed.

I walked towards the bedroom door, running a hand through my hair to ease out the tangles.

I opened the door to reveal a grinning Samara.

"Good morning, ma'am," She greeted me.

"Samara, call me Juliet," I said, giving her a small smile. "Uh...what time is it?"

"It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs. Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not angry with me for waking you up," She said as she looked at me nervously.

I gave out a chuckle. "It's absolutely okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And God, had I been sleeping for that long?"

"You must be pretty tired. Your friend told me that you went to bed at three in the morning."

"Yeah...I wasn't able to sleep. But anyways, you are calling me for breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am," she said and I raised my brows at her. Realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself.

"J-Juliet, yes Juliet."

"Good," I said. "Is my dad and uh...Ethan going to be there?"

"No, they couldn't be there to have breakfast with you. Mr. Jenson has gone to work in his office and Mr. Evans had left for Marseille at five."

"Oh," I said, internally celebrating the pleasure of Ethan's absence. I hope he stays there for the duration of my stay here. I can already tell how much I was going to enjoy not seeing his face. I was surprised at how I took an instant dislike to him.

Shaking my head to shove thoughts about him out of my head, I smiled at Samara and told her that I'd be there.

I shut the bedroom door and made my way to the bathroom which was very spacious.

There was already a tooth brush and tooth paste there.

After brushing my teeth and making my hair look less than a bird's nest, I walked down the stairs which led to the kitchen on the adjacent.

I instantly caught sight of the many chefs, about four or five, working on an elaborate breakfast for us.

On seeing me, one of the chefs who was working on something on the stove, straightened up and gave me a charming smile.

"Hello, miss Jenson. Good morning. Mrs. Jenson and your friend are waiting for you."

"You all are making me feel like I'm the most unpunctual person in here," I said.

And you all are treating me like I'm some kind of royalty.

And that is making me realize how I don't deserve all this.

And the guilt is eating me up alive and I can't even correct myself.

"Uhm...I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"Just call me Juliet, please," I said, looking at the other chefs who were watching me. "And yeah, I wanted to say that you're really excellent at whatever you do. You all have amazing culinary skills," I complimented them.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Juliet," I corrected him.

He looked uncomfortable. "I don't think Mrs. Jenson would like that."

"Oh come on, it's alright."

"O-okay," He stammered and I chuckled.

"See you all later!" I said cheerily. The smile on my face dropped as I saw their dumbstruck expressions. Juliet doesn't do thatthen. Damn.

"Um...continue with your work," I said as curtly as I could manage, and quickly slipped out of the kitchen.

"Julie!" I heard Olivia call me and I whipped my head back to look her seated at a table.

I went over, taking a seat beside her.

"Where is my mom?" I whispered to her and I saw a slow grin spread across her face as she heard me call Mrs. Jenson, my mom. I rolled my eyes at her.

"She just left. Apparently, you were taking a shit load of time to get ready and she had a business to look after.

She said she'll be with us in an hour. Our shopping trip has being postponed.

It'll be tomorrow. Mrs. Jenson told me that we are having a spa day today.

We should see ourselves. We look like utter crap. "

I scrunched up my nose before looking down at myself and then back up at her. "No we're not. We look normal."

"Whatever. For them, we look like shit," Olivia deadpanned.

"She told me that she has restricted entry of other people into her mall.

We have the whole freaking mall to ourselves where we can get shit from the top designers!

Giorgio Armani, Gucci, Chanel, Ralph Lauren, Louis Vuitton, Givenchy, Zuhair Murad, Prada, Jimmy Choo, Christian Dior, Versace!

I can go on forever!" She exclaimed, eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

I was pretty sure my face resembled hers right now.

She leant back in her chair, reassembling her facial expression.

"She owns the mall. So that must not have been hard to get the whole mall empty.

And she did this just so that you, Juliet would be comfortable," she said, looming at the table, "She must really love her daughter. "

"I don't know what to say," I muttered.

At that moment, the servers came out with our breakfast. My stomach growled as I smelt the delicious smell of the food.

Plates of apple pie oatmeal, chocolate chip waffles, chocolate crepes and applesauce pancakes were placed in front of Olivia, giving her a variety of breakfast options to choose from. My mouth watered at the sight.

But then I saw something really horrific. Before me, was cold cereal, yoghurt, a fruit salad, a glass of low fat milk and water. I eyed the dishes in front Olivia and me.

"I believe these are for you," I said, pushing the plate of salad and cereal towards her.

"Nuh uh," Olivia said, her mouth already stuffed with waffles. "The healthy shit is for you and this," she said, gesturing towards the food heaven spread in front of her, "is for me."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Who told you I will eat this?"

"Your mom. Juliet, I mean you, are a total health freak and doesn't eat unhealthy food. Juliet spends two hours everyday in the gym. She mostly survives on salad and water. And you have to do exactly the same, unfortunately."

I shook my head at her. "No way am I going to do this. I can't do this! It's impossible. Look, I can survive long hours without food but when I need to eat, I need to eat something I like and not like I'm some domestic animal. Salad and water? What is she, a cow?"

"But-"

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say to me," I said, grabbing the plate of chocolate crepes from her and shoving it in my mouth angrily.

"At least don't eat like a pig. You have to act posh and sophisticated," She said, munching on her chocolate chip waffles and straightening her shoulders.

"I will act the way I want to. And I hate you for doing this to me. I knew I was going to regret it. You are the worst best friend one could possibly have," I exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Whoa, calm down, girl. What's gotten into you?

Do you really think they'll believe you if you told them who you really are?

No! They won't. So please just accept it and go with it for now.

I know we can't stay here forever. But please, for the time being can you act like Juliet?

I promise we'll try to get out of here."

I rubbed my hands up my face and pulled at my hair. "I don't know what to do. What if we get caught? All these people here are treating me like I'm the most important person in the whole freaking world and I don't like it because I know I don't deserve this and all this is not meant for me."

I felt her hand squeeze my shoulder. "Julie, calm down.

I know this is not normal and it's overwhelming for you, the attention and everything.

But seriously, just trust me and I promise I'll try to get us out of here," She pulled her hand back.

"But for the time being, just enjoy because you'll never get to experience this again.

And then you'll regret worrying about what'll happen next now, rather than enjoying the moment.

You'll stop worrying about this, right?"

I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt.

"Okay," I nodded at her. "I'll stop worrying about this. I'm pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good."

She grinned at me and went back to her food.

"By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn't tell me anything when I asked," Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.

My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. "I was pushed into the pool," I gritted out.

"Who pushed you?" Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from her face.

"Ethan Evans!" I said through gritted teeth, his name leaving a bad aftertaste in my mouth. "I hate that guy."

Olivia raised her eyebrows. " "he pushed into the pool? What, he wanted to have a swim with you?" She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I just glared at her. "I don't know if you noticed it or not, but Ethan made it crystal clear that he hates me, well more specifically he hates Juliet, and that means he thinks I'm Juliet and so he hates me. And I don't know why you would think he wanted to have a swim with me."

"What exactly made him do that?"

"He did that for revenge. He fell in the pool because of me, on the day I woke up here.

But that was so immature of him. He is twenty three years old but he certainly doesn't act like one.

Any other man would have said it was okay if I had apologized, which I would have.

But he is such a jerk that I don't feel it's worth apologizing to him.

Do you know how cold that water was? It was freezing cold. "

"Oh," was all Olivia said. "So what're you going to do?"

"He acts like a kid, that doesn't mean I'll be the same to him.

I'm more mature than that. And anyways, I don't want to aggravate him into doing worse than this.

I would just let this go," I said as I wolfed down the delicious pancakes.

I didn't know rich people ate this kind of food.

Sure it was delicious than the regular pancakes as they were made by some incredibly talented cooks.

I thought they ate rich people food, like what caviar?

Or they survived on fat free food like salad and water to keep their weight in check.

Oh, I never knew how these billionaires lived.

Thankfully Mrs. Jenson didn't make an appearance till I was done with breakfast and shower and had dressed in a comfortable pair of dark blue jeans and a baby pink crop top which Samara was so kind as to deliver it to me.

"Are you ready, girls?" Mrs. Jenson's chirpy voice brought my attention to her.

"Yeah, Mrs. Jenson," Olivia answered enthusiastically.

"Good. I thought Juliet was going to take the whole day."

"I'm not that unpunctual," I whined.

"Actually you are. Very unpunctual. I remember one time when we had to go to a school event where you were required to attend and you didn't want to go, you took about four hours to get ready and the school had to postpone the event by five hours."

"Um...I-I was..." I trailed off.

"Oh, now that Juliet's here, we must not waste time and continue with our plans for the day," Olivia said.

"Oh yeah, I have called a masseuse, and basically everyone who are expert in a great makeover.

So, we're going to start with your hair.

They're going to wash it, condition it, probably colour it if you want.

Then you'll be waxed and shaved after which you'll get a manicure and pedicure.

Then they'll move on to your face. Face mask, scrub and all that thing you used to do.

Also your eyes are puffy and that doesn't look pretty so you're going to just relax after that with cucumber slices on your eyes.

Then you'll go through a full body massage which will relieve you of stress you must have went through for the past few days.

And this ends with a warm shower for as long as you want.

And of course, Olivia will go through the same thing," Mrs. Jenson finished, looking over a piece of paper at us.

"Wow," Olivia breathed out as she stared at the woman.

"Um...it sounds like I'm being pampered for entering America's Next Top Model," I joked.

"You would have been one great model," Mrs. Jenson said. "Too bad you hate models and modelling."

"So when are we going to start?" I asked. Honestly, I didn't know what to think about this. I was being treated like such an princess and the home spa thing I was going to go through in a few minutes was just overwhelming, it sounded more like a beauty regime a model would go through everyday.

Although I don't normally like this beauty stuff, this time I was just a bit excited to know what I was going to go through today.

"I have hired a few people working at Netflix and Chill spa. They'll be here any minute now," Mrs. Jenson continued.

"What? Netflix and Chill? I know that spa. It's the biggest and the most popular spa!" Olivia said.

"Netflix and Chill? The name just screams sex," I deadpanned.

Mrs. Jenson gasped. "Juliet! I know. Just take the name of the spa literally. It's literally just Netflix and chill. Not any kind of dirty business."

"That's weird. No wonder it's so popular. Maybe, many of it's customers just came to the wrong place because they didn't take the name literally," I said.

"Or maybe the spa owners didn't know what Netflix and chill actually means," Olivia added, laughing. "Or they did and they just know what to do to lure in the customers."

"Maybe," I agreed as a chuckle left my lips.

Mrs. Jenson laughed and shook her head at us. "Come on, we should go to our private saloon."

"Where is it?" Olivia questioned.

"Out near the pool, beside the clubhouse and our theatre," She replied and Olivia mouthed 'Damn they are loaded' to me when Mrs. Jenson wasn't looking.

"Your hair is so damaged!" Rosie exclaimed as she caught my eye in the mirror with a horrified expression on her face as she held a lock of my hair in her hands. "You've got so many split ends and your hair is so rough and unkept."

Rosie, the hair expert at one of the saloons who had been called for my makeover, released my hair and I scowled at her. It wasn't that bad and she was totally overreacting.

"We must cut it short and probably color it, if you want. We'll wash it first and then shampoo and condition it. I'll make them soft and beautiful, don't you worry," She said, a wide grin stretched across her face.

Olivia was sat right across the room. A few more workers from some saloon worked on her hair as they added blonde highlights to her brown hair.

An hour later, my hair was done in a layered cut. I refused to color my hair so they just simply washed and blow dried my hair. Olivia was looking different, in a good way and she liked her new look too.

The whole day was spent in our makeover.

Despite telling them that I had shaved, I was forced to get waxed.

Heck, I was even bikini waxed which was extremely awkward for me because I had never been completely naked in front of anyone.

I was so self conscious of my body but they told me to relax which I didn't really follow because I just couldn't. I was so relieved when it was over as I had embarrassed myself when they did the waxing, by screaming on top of my lungs as I felt my hair get pulled from the root.

The manicure and pedicure followed and I couldn't help but stare at my long and beautifully painted nails.

Then they worked on my face. I let them do whatever they wanted to.

They applied a variety of creams and masks on my face, let it dry off for about twenty minutes and then washed it off.

They trimmed my eyebrows and applied some sort of moisturizer on my arms and legs.

I was tired after that as we had spent almost three hours doing just that.

So I was very happy when we were left alone in a room with cucumber slices on my eyes.

I actually fell asleep and only woke up when someone pulled the cool cucumber off my eyes.

I realized I had dozed off for a good forty five minutes.

This was followed by a full body massage by a masseuse and damn, did it feel good.

And after that I was sitting in a tub, the water's temperature slightly more than was considered warm.

But it felt so good. I sat in the warm tub for about half an hour, halfway falling asleep to the calm soothing music playing in the background.

The day finally ended with a delicious dinner.

I didn't know that a makeover would be so tiring but at the end of the day, I was exhausted and could feel sleep taking over me. So I quickly bid a goodnight to everyone and snuggled into the warm and thick duvet, on the bouncy bed and let my eyes drop on their own accord.