The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter

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?Same shit. Different day.?

It had been five days since my dinner with Ethan.

In those five days there was a phenomenal change in Ethan's behavior towards me.

Although he still got irritated with me sometimes but it was nothing major.

We would greet each other and let silence settle between us before one of us made attempts at small talk.

We weren't harsh or rude towards each other anymore.

I knew he still thought of me as some type of a rich, stuck up brat but I could see that he was getting to see a whole new side of me.

A side which had a large part of the real me and very little to nothing of Juliet.

Just two days before my real and my fake birthday which would strangely coincide coincidentally, there was a huge uproar in the Jenson household.

I had gathered from Olivia that Mrs. Jenson had cancelled all her previous plans and now there would only be a private dinner celebration with close friends and family.

Charlotte was summoning Olivia every day for even the tiniest detail for my birthday party. I could see that she was more excited than anyone else for her daughter's birthday.

I kind of understood her emotions. I would be overjoyed too if I were to find my runaway daughter. Putting myself in her shoes, I couldn't blame her for acting like a kid in a candy shop.

Olivia had told me that a huge hall at a five star hotel has been booked and measures were taken to keep tight security and not to let anyone slip by.

The guest list would be limited, as limited as the Jenson's can make it happen.

Olivia didn't have much say in the guest list though which was fine because she had done everything she could to help me out.

I was glad things had turned out the way we wanted to. Without Heather this couldn't have been possible and we would've got caught in a matter of days. With Heather guiding me on how to hold myself up convincingly, I felt a lot more confident now.

It was a little after lunch. I was chatting with Keith until he had to go grocery shopping.

The Jenson's always sent the cooks to shop for the house as they believed that fresh and best quality products can only be identified by a reputed chef.

Keith and his friend, Farhan Habib were both appointed the task of grocery shopping twice or thrice a week depending on need.

At around four in the afternoon, two cars pulled up at the front. Rachael stepped out carrying Rebecca and Antonio stepped out from the other car.

Rachael rushed to hug me.

"I'm so excited for your birthday!" She exclaimed, squeezing poor Rebecca between us.

She groaned sleepily and Rachael shifted her head so that Rebecca's cheek was resting on her shoulder. It didn't take long for her to wake up and start running around the mansion, calling for me to catch her.

Antonio ruffled my hair and without much of a greeting, stepped inside the mansion.

They had came here to spend time with me before my birthday but that wasn't possible most of the time because Rebecca was a ball of energy. She pleaded with me and even Olivia to play hide and seek with her.

Olivia didn't last long in the game and she walked away, tired.

"I'm never having kids of my own," she muttered.

Olivia didn't hate kids but didn't like them either. According to her, they were annoying, whiny and cried way too much and way too loudly for her liking. And she only ever liked them when they were asleep.

With great difficulty I was finally able to put little Rebecca to sleep on my bed.

When I went downstairs, my siblings were sprawled in the living room, stuffing themselves with ice cream and watching movies. Olivia was not there so I assumed she'd be in her room.

I realized I hadn't been out of the mansion for a long time now except for that one time with Ethan. I didn't have anything to do anyway. Keith still hadn't returned from shopping for groceries.

Maybe I could go out for a bit? I was sick of staying at the mansion for so long. I wanted fresh air and I wanted to see if I could get out of here or if Charlotte would be too possessive and demand that I go nowhere.

After informing Charlotte of my plan, she was a lot hesitant to send me outside. She was afraid that I'd run away again and even though I promised I wouldn't, she still seemed unsure.

"Honey, just take a bodyguard with you or I will worry about you endlessly."

"Of course," I said.

I got into the car and told the driver to drive towards the nearest park. I didn't want to stay in the garden. I wanted to go somewhere new.

Olivia was tired from helping Charlotte and playing with Rebecca for straight two hours, so she didn't want to come with me. But she did warn me to not run away. Did she really think I would leave without her?

I wouldn't. I just wanted to get away from all of this for a few hours to take all of what was happening for a month now.

When we arrived, I saw it was a normal park. It was close to evening and the sun was about to set. Few people were around but they didn't pay attention to me.

I sat on a bench alone after telling the bodyguard and the driver to wait for me outside of the park. They didn't listen to me first but then I had to resort to my last option, to threaten them with their jobs, because that was something I assumed Juliet would do to get her way.

The bodyguard mumbled something along the lines of how he would get fired anyway if something happened to me but I just waved him off. Nothing would happen to me.

There were still a few kids around, playing and I just sat there and watched them be. I hummed to myself.

I felt free. Away from my fake parents and their magnificent home, I felt free and as if a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I allowed myself to think of everything that was happening. It was about time we thought of getting out of here. Although we both were enjoying our time at the mansion, we really shouldn't do that.

I wanted to call Heather and tell her to force Juliet out of hiding. It had been two years already. She can't hide from her family forever, especially for such a petty reason.

But then there was tiny possibility where I could be related to Juliet. I don't know how but we just might be blood related.

I knew the idea sounded ridiculous because I had my own parents and I did look a little like them but I looked a lot like Juliet's parents too.

But if they were my parents, then who were the people who I called mom and dad all these years? Surely they wouldn't lie to me.

But a larger possibility screamed that this could all be a messed up coincidence.

Yeah, there are seven people in the world who look like us.

Juliet happened to be one of those seven people who looked like me.

My mind told me to not look into it too much.

I wasn't their daughter, just their unauthentic daughter for now.

My mind skipped to the upcoming birthday bash.

No doubt, there'd be a lot for people. The Jenson family was well known all over the world as I learnt from my stay here.

They had a lot of connections, a lot of friends, family friends, cousins, sisters, uncles, aunts, granddaughters, grandsons, grandmothers, grandfathers.

It was a huge family. Plus, the people they had professional connections with.

Roughly saying, I'd expect a little over five hundred people present at my birthday, I meant Juliet's birthday. Whatever, it was the same day anyway!

I gasped. Five hundred people?! Holy cow. Would they even find a hall big enough to fit all those people in.

But still even if they lessen two hundred or something people, it was still a huge party of people. Even with Heather by my side to prevent anything from going wrong, there was still a slim to no chance of everything going fine.

There were five hundred people. What was the possibility that one of them wouldn't ask something to which I'd make a slip-up? Gosh, I was looking into it too mathematically.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down but it didn't seem to work. My mind was still a jumbled mess of many thoughts. I was sure my brain was going to burst quite literally with all these thoughts swarming in my head like bees.

I stood up and paced in front of the bench. It was getting a little dark. I didn't want to go back to the mansion. What if I was never able to get out of there? Would it later on be my luxurious prison?

I glanced in the direction of the park's entrance. The bodyguard was leaning against the entrance gate, looking everywhere but me. But I knew he was paying attention to me and making sure I didn't run away. He was probably following Charlotte's instructions.

What if I did run away? I could go back to my previous life.

They would let go of Olivia and then we'd be back to our normal lives.

Even if they questioned her and asked about my location, they'd find out everything about me.

That I was not the real daughter. That I was just a commoner who studied in a local university and worked at a small café to pay off the rent for her two room apartment in a crowded neighborhood.

I looked back at the bodyguard just in time to see him look away from me.

Honestly, that scared me. It felt as if I would never be free.

It felt as if they would lock me up in their mansion and never let me go out again.

I would forever be trapped in that golden cage.

And I didn't want that. I wanted to be free, just like a bird who was free to fly the world if it wanted to.

I took a step back while observing the bodyguard. He looked a little suspicious.

I took another step back and his eyes fixed on me. He looked at me confusedly.

I took several steps away from him and he straightened himself up. He started walking slowly towards me. That was when I knew that if I didn't take this chance, I would never be able to get out.

I turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

The park was huge. There were no longer any people lingering around with their kids.

The park had two entrances. Both were diametrically opposite to each other.

I started running faster when I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

I wanted to get away from this. I wanted to get away from the bodyguard.

I kept on running until I managed to get out of the park. Once outside, I looked both sides to decide where to head off to next.

I was confused. Where exactly was I anyways? What if I wandered off in the wrong direction and lost myself in the city? What if I never found my way back. I didn't even have any money on me right now.

Worse of all, Olivia would be so mad at me that I left her there all alone. I couldn't do that to her. I was her best friend. What kind of best friend would run away and leave their friend alone in that golden cage? The bad kind obviously. And I didn't plan to be the bad kind of best friend.

I should just go back to the mansion and plan an escape from there with Olivia. But then I remembered that Olivia liked there way too much than she should. She would never want to leave.

Then I remembered Heather. I internally smacked myself. What the heck was I about to do? Run away when Heather could clearly find me in less than a day? It wouldn't be that hard considering she basically knew where to find me. At the café, or my house or the university.

And then when she'd find me, she'd crush me like I was a freaking cockroach for ever even thinking of running away. I didn't want to face her wrath. I'd rather spend my whole life in that mansion then ever face her fury.

I sighed. I had to go back. No choice.

That was when a van pulled right in front of me. Its tires barely missed my feet and I stared at it a little too long.

Suddenly the van door slid open loudly and I screamed as I saw a scary black guy grab me by my arm and pull me into the van. I was roughly thrown onto the nice leather seat.

I turned back and the door slammed shut, engulfing me in complete darkness.

I experienced a sense of déjà vu. No way.

Did I just get kidnapped again?