The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 8

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked as she walked over to the soft bed and flopped down on it, bouncing a little on it. "Ah," he groaned. "It feels like being on a cloud" he said, closing his eyes and sighing deeply.

"Olivia! Quiescent. We have to get out of here" I said as I jumped at him. His eyes glared and he looked at me with a confused look.

"Why?" tanyakanya. "Here is so much fun" he gave me a sneaky grin, "Juliet."

I groan. "I'm not Juliet! Don't call me that!"

Olivia sat on the bed, staring at the door we entered. He held my hand in his hand, focusing his gaze on me. "Listen Julie, I know you're not Juliet. You know you're not Juliet. Except for the two of us, no one knows you're not Juliet."

"So?" I asked, even though I knew where exactly he was going with this.

He just looked at me like I was three-headed. "Don't you know what this means? Do you know who Jenson's family are?"

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. "They are..." I bit my lips. "Jenson's family?"

"I think so," Olivia shook her head at me. "Have you ever followed business rubrics in magazines and newspapers?"

"No." I'm saying. What am I reading it for? It was boring and unrelated to me.

"I know that," said Olivia as her eyes twinkled. "We were kidnapped by the Jensons. And you know who they are?" Olivia asked again while furrowing her brows. Without waiting for an answer from me, he continued. "The Jenson family has a big family business! They are one of the richest billionaires in the whole world! You see that old man downstairs, he's Alistair Jenson! CEO of Jenson Holdings Inc. The largest company in the business world. You don't know how much the company is worth. Over a few hundred billion! He has a network of luxury hotels, casinos and beach resorts all over the world. He even owned an island called Blue Pearl! How cool is that?!" Olivia's eyes were wide and round, her mouth slightly opened as she stared into space.

I gulped loudly as Olivia's words finally permeated. "W-You mean to tell me that we were kidnapped by one of the richest billionaires in the world who mistook me for their daughter?! What?!" I don't believe it.

"Yes!" He exclaimed.

"This must be a dream" I said, my mouth gaping at this impossible possibility.

Suddenly, Olivia leaned her body towards me, slapping the back of my head with her hands.

"Ouch!" I hissed in pain, staring at my crazy best friend. "What's that for?"

"Is that sick?"

"Well, duh. Of course it hurts," I said as I rubbed the part of the head he hit.

"That means you're not dreaming. It's real!" He said his eyes were full of excitement. "You're thought to be the daughter of a billionaire. Oh. Oh. Oh God!"

He giggled and flopped onto the rocking bed. "I've always wanted a bed like this." He rolled over, his front sticking to the bed as he laughed out loud.

"Olivia," I frowned at him. "It's wrong" I said, seeing her comfortable in bed.

"No, Juliet."

"Wakeup. We can't do this! We gotta get out of here." I exclaimed, trying to pull her by grabbing her arm and pulling her.

"Go," he said, shaking my hand and burying his face into the pillow.

"Olivia! How can you be so calm about this?! We've been kidnapped! By billionaires!"

"And that's amazing, right?"

"No, no. We gotta get out of here!"

"No, we can't." He said stubbornly.

"You're not using your brain. We've been kidnapped. They could have lied about all this" I shouted.

"Don't yell, huh?! I don't want to get out of here."

"Silence, Olivia. We've got to go. Now!" I said, looking around the room frantically to find a way out other than the door. There was a window adjacent to the bed whose curtains were pulled down. I jumped in there, found a much-needed way out. Olivia could go to hell.

As I pulled the curtain to the side, my eyes widened and my mouth swept across the floor while looking at the scene in front of me. Olivia must not have joked when she said they were billionaires. I stepped closer, my nose hitting the cool windowpanes as I enjoyed the view in front of me.

We might be on the second or third floor. There was a fountain right in front of the entrance with a round driveway around it. The round entrance was fused into one that was getting deeper and deeper away from the mansion, on a straight path that led to the tall gate. The large entrance is lined with tall trees and lined with a thick fence for protection.

On one side was a tennis court, and on the other was a large garden blooming with a wide variety of flowers. There are three cars parked in the driveway, but I suspect there must be an underground parking lot where they keep their other cars. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I realized that cars were very expensive. It is so expensive that only billionaires can afford it. The first is the sleek black Aston Martin Vanquish, the second is the yellow Porsche 918 Spyder and the third is the silver Maybach Exelero.

"Why do you look like you just saw Godzilla?" Olivia asked from behind me.

Olivia's footsteps approached me. "Wow!" He said, putting his hand on the window and sticking his nose to the window. We might look like poor kids outside a candy store, staring at candy we can't afford, with our noses stuck to the glass. "Oh my God, this is a big house!"

"More like a big house!" I corrected it.

"Julie, I really want to occupy it at least for a while," he said as he stared at the cars longingly. Olivia loves cars, while I prefer bikes, even though I have never driven them in my lifetime.

"We can't" I said slowly. Although I want to live in a palace like this, surrounded by so many luxuries and absolutely no worries, we can't because we don't deserve it, we don't even have it. These luxuries and palaces were reserved for others. And I thought that as that person was just a mistake.

"Why not?" Olivia asked, her tone calm and composed as if she knew we would eventually continue this.

I shook my head at him, turned around and turned back to the window to remind myself where I really was in this. "This is so wrong. I can't just take this for granted. The old woman was wrong. I'm not his daughter. And I can't fool them by acting like her real daughter. I don't even know how he behaves. I can't, Olivia. If anyone finds out about this, we'll be ruined."

"But no one will know if we don't talk about this. Julie, it's not our fault they kidnapped us. They should apologize to us. And this is for the good. Don't you see how happy you made them? They think you're their daughter. Can't you do something as small as pretending to make them happy for a while? Imagine how heartbroken they would be if they knew that you weren't their daughter" Olivia gasped dramatically, putting her hand on her chest. But I know that's not what he's worried about. "They will be very sad. And you'll be responsible for it."

"But what we are"

"Be quiet. I can't let you hurt them. They are a sweet couple and they don't deserve to be hurt. You have to accept this. At least for me. You're gonna do it, right?" He looked at me with his eyebrows raised up, as if challenging me to say no.

"I'd better get my own gallbladder out with an oyster fork!"

"Oh, come on Julie, don't be too hard" urged Olivia.

"But if we keep going, they'll be more hurt than now. We will only continue to delay the inevitable. They'll know one day," I said, frowning because I was worried that there was a screw in Olivia's head that had come off because she wasn't thinking straight.

"Please, Julie. It will happen when it will. But this is not the time. No matter how much you try to convince them of the truth, they will never trust you. They will consider this as one of your attempts to escape. They won't let you go. So, you have no choice but to do this. Come on, say yes. Nothing bad will happen."

I looked at Olivia with furrowed brows, pondering what to do. I'm sure they won't listen to me if I say that I'm not who they think I am. The chance to escape from this is not good. So the only way is to be a pretend girl. To be someone I have never met and do not know at all. The only thing I know about him is he's rich. And ******.

Yes, lady****** because who else did the stupidity like a billionaire's daughter, Juliet is fleeing the luxury and comfort she enjoys here simply because her parents refuse to buy her a living, breathing boy. And I have to be that way - women*****dumb, selfish, and narcissistic. Or at least that's what I learned about Juliet from the story her mother gave about her daughter's mischief.

That's gonna be tough. And it's gonna be stupid. But that's what I have to do. At least I got Olivia on this. If I fall, I'll pull it down too.

But I can avoid this mess. I did not need to do this and caused the couple more suffering. But as Olivia said, no matter how much I tried to convince them of the truth, it was, they didn't want to listen and I believed him because they actually kidnapped us the night that the woman saw me and thought I was his daughter.

"I-I don't know what to do," I said. "I want to do this. But I don't want to."

"You think too much. Just say yes already!" Olivia said with annoyance.

"But this is wrong" I argue. Olivia could have done anything, but she had to know that what she asked me to do was very wrong. I don't even know what to do now. Part of me wants to try it. But the other part of me wanted to escape from all this and not hurt the couple.

"There is nothing right or wrong. There are good choices and bad choices. And saying no would be a bad choice for us. Say yes!" Olivia tried again.

"Why are you so adamant about making me say yes? Why do you want to do this?!" I asked, annoyed by his immature attitude.

"Do I have to tell you? Have you ever wondered what your life would be like as a billionaire's daughter? It's not every day that you get a chance to live like that. You become a fool by letting this happen."

"Are you planning to rob them! My God, how can you think of that, Olivia?!" I asked, surprised that he would try to do such a thing.

"What?! No. gabe. Of course not! I'm not a robber. How could you possibly think that way about me?"

"Alright, forgive me if your unusual excitement in this case hints at only one possible explanation, that you tried to rob them." I snapped at him.

"You're overreacting. I don't plan to rob them. God, no. I just want you to accept this. We are very lucky to be in this situation. Anyone who is in your position and has common sense will definitely say yes in an instant. Stop being a saint. There's nothing wrong with this. If anything, that old couple was wrong for kidnapping us."

"But it was a mistake."

"A very bad mistake. Think of it as their compensation for kidnapping us" he said, making it sound right to me again, "Say yes, Julie. Stop acting so shitty."

"Why did this happen to us." I groaned, buried my head in my hands.

Olivia put her hand on my shoulder. "Something happens in life for a reason." He told me with a gentle smile. "And mostly for the good. So... are you going to do it?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked tiredly.

"No. So what do you think?"

I hesitated a bit, biting my nails nervously before finally answering with a sigh, "Yes."