The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 9

I don't know if I'm in a sane condition. Probably not, because I wouldn't do this crazy plan with my best friend, who somehow now doesn't seem like a best friend to me. I mean, who the hell is pushing their best friend into a situation they can't handle? I knew I would regret agreeing to it.

After saying yes, Olivia couldn't help but jump at me, almost pinning me to the floor, she gave me instructions on how to be a trustworthy Juliet. As if he knew it himself. I don't know how I'm gonna do this. Is there a guidebook on how to act like a billionaire's daughter?

I don't know how Olivia knew all this, but she actually taught me how to at least act rich and pretentious ******. I never imagined Ashley would be useful, but when it came to being annoying, she was the right person to be a role model. I even imitate his specialness. How to walk, how to speak, how to be rude and how to be a woman***** with an unforgivable ugly mouth.

The first thing I want to do is take a shower. I don't know how many hours it has been, or maybe days I've fainted, but the first thing I really crave is a hot shower. I felt so sticky and dirty, I couldn't help but ask my mother for clean, comfortable clothes and a warm bath. He obviously agreed to my every request and I can't figure out why he's so giving. It was a very good thing he gave but he was the reason why Juliet was a spoiled child. I know that I cannot judge Juliet. I've never even met him, but from what Ms said. Jen - I mean my 'mother', all I can think of about Juliet is that she bears a remarkable resemblance to Ashley in terms of behavior. But of course, Ashley wasn't Juliet.

Suddenly, I realized how lucky I was to be where I am now. The reality of this situation finally dawned on me and I realized that this was not only luck, but equally risky, cunning and stupid of us. But it's too late to go back. I had convinced the woman that I was Juliet. I have answered him every time he calls me Juliet. Fate also seems to be siding with Olivia because every time I make a mistake, he covered it up with almost believable reasons that left me wondering if he had ever done this before - lying like a professional.

"Juliet, I have some clothes belonging to Rachael. I hope you don't mind wearing it for now. Samara will deliver the clothes chosen by Miranda to you in a few hours" said my 'mother' with a smile before heading to the door of my 'my' room'. Olivia has found out everything about this family and told me that Rachael is Juliet's older sister. He stopped at the door, turned his head towards me with a slight frown. "Or do you want to shop at the mall like you used to? I'll keep this place private for a few hours for you."

"Uh..." I'm speechless. Make the mall private just for me to shop? Damn, these people are rich. He looked at me, still waiting for me to say something. Shop at the mall like you used to. So Juliet chose to shop at the mall when she was young. He would probably do the same if he were in my position right now. "I'd rather shop at the mall."

The woman's face grinned. "So like you."

"Well, this is really me" I said, chuckling as I slipped a strand of hair fanning my face, behind my ears.

"I know," he said, putting his hand on the doorknob. "Do you want to shop today? I think it's best not because you're probably very tired of what's been going on for the last few days. Well, that's up to you."

"I think, yeah, I'm going to go shopping for my clothes tomorrow or something. But not today. Um. I'm so tired."

He looked surprised but immediately covered it up. "Oh, that's the first."

"What?" I asked him, my eyebrows linked in confusion. Did I say something wrong?

"You never agree with me on anything, always do the opposite. This is the first. What has the world done to my daughter?" He said, his eyes were wrinkled in his corners amusedly.

"Oh... uh, I think I learned that life is hard and um.. I now know that I'm being immature...?" I was silent, not sure.

"I don't know what's really going on with you out there, and we have to talk about it" and I have to make up a story for it. "But you've changed. For now, I think you've changed for the better."

I gave him a smile. "Yes." Yeah."

"So I'll leave you to take a shower. These are Rachael's shorts and shirt. I don't know exactly what you're gonna wear. But either way, you'll be shopping tomorrow."

I thanked the woman before she left my room. Olivia was going to stay in the guest room and she was so excited to see her bedroom that without a word to me, she jumped out of bed and went to see her. I haven't seen him since. It's been almost two hours and I don't know where he is.

I got up from where I was sitting on the edge of the bed and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had a very large shower and the bathroom was at least double that of my apartment. I could imagine how much bigger it was when I could see my own room.

I jumped into the bathroom, cleaned myself of shit yesterday. The warm water from the shower makes my muscles relax and lightens my stiff body. I remember my time here. It's been less than a day that I've been here. We had breakfast around noon and lunch was a bit late. 'Dad' I had gone to his private office in a corner of the house and secretly worked with someone, who according to my 'mother' would stay here for a few months, working with 'dad' I am until they learn and gain experience in business. I wondered who it was, but I ignored it. It seems unlikely that I will interact with them or anyone other than my 'family' here.

I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped my body in a soft towel and walked out of the bathroom. My clothes were on the bed. I immediately put it on. My hair was damp after the shower, smelling of the strawberry shampoo I used to shampoo.

Not sure what to do now, I just laid myself down on the bed, staring at the ceiling above me. Moments later, I heard a slow knock on the door. I flinched from the bed and walked to the door, pulling it open to reveal a short woman with large black-framed glasses sitting on her nose. His long black hair was tucked in a neat ponytail and he looked like he was in his late twenties.

"Hello, Miss Jenson," greeted her with a small smile on her heart-shaped face. "I'm your servant, if you remember. Mrs Jenson asked me to call you for dinner."

"Oh. I remember you and I'll be there soon. Did Mr Je-I mean my dad was at the dinner table?"

"Yes, right."

"Oh.thank you. I'll be there in a minute. Uh ... what's your name?"

"I'm Samara."

"It's nice to meet you, Samara." He looked friendly and polite, so I thought maybe I would get a friend here.

"It's nice to meet you too, Miss. Jensen." Jensen."

"Oh, come on, you can call me Julieeeeee-t." I almost said Julie. I have to be more careful next time. One mistake and we will be in big trouble.

Samara looked at me with a slight frown on her face. "Okay, Miss Jens-I mean Juliet."

Once I was sure I would not scare anyone, I turned to the door and stepped out of the room. I walked towards the dining room, past another room whose door was slightly open. I peeked out from her crack and my eyes were on Olivia who was drying her wet hair, wearing a T-shirt and leggings.

I went into his room. "Olivia," I called him to get his attention.

He turned his head and his face grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Julie, my God. Did you see my room?" He looked around his room as if looking at a room filled with Nutella. "It's like heaven to me."

I looked around the room myself. The bedroom is quite large. There is a large bed with soft cream pillows. The entire bedroom is decorated in a combination of white and beige. Just across the bed was a large TV that was about the same size as the wall behind it. There are expensive Victorian wooden furniture, giving the impression of luxury in the entire room. The large and beautiful paintings hanging on the walls beautify the room a thousand times.

"It's just a guest bedroom. I'd like to know how your room will be," Olivia pondered.

"I'm not sure if I want to see it. This is too much for me." I said slowly, my eyes still fixed on the room.

"You'll see it" Olivia said as she glanced at me. "Why did you come here?"

"It's time for dinner. We have to get downstairs."

"Yes, I'll be right up." He said as he walked towards the giant bed.

"Don't take too long" I said, turning towards the door. "Or I'll accidentally do or say something stupid."

"No way" he shouted from behind me. I wish.

I walked into the dining room. There is a large rectangular dining table with Victorian wooden chairs. Several chairs are placed along the longer table and one chair on the shorter side. I saw my father and mother just sitting opposite each other on the shorter side of the table. In front of them was a huge party. Or at least that's what I guessed from the delicious smell. All the food is covered. I assumed that we were waiting for Olivia to come so we could start dinner.

I approached the table, taking a seat close to the woman. He smiled happily to see me. "Julie, where's Olivia?"

I was just about to answer when Olivia, herself was speaking. "I'm here, Miss. Jensen. Sorry for keeping you waiting." Olivia was staring at him.

"Oh, it's okay. We just got there."

"So, should we start?" Olivia asked and I chuckled inwardly when I heard her stomach rumble.

"Oh, we wait for one more person, then we can definitely start." He answers. "He'll be here soon."

"Who is he?" Olivia asked me.

"He was the son of one of our closest friends, the Evans family. Do you remember Peter Evans? And his wife Eleanor Evans?" The woman looked towards me.

"Mr..." I let out my breath from my mouth. "Yes .. I-I remember. Eh.. they are.. closest friends. Yes .. of course I remember them," I said, repeating what he told me.

"Oh, great." He looked at Olivia again. "So their son, Ethan is a guest. He would stay for a few months to gain experience in business by working with his father. How's it going until now, baby?" Jenson's mother asked my father who was staring at us.

"He's brilliant. Just a month or two and I think he will be able to manage his own family business well. He is really hardworking and dedicated to his work. I love business people like that and that's what makes us successful."

"It sounds like a very nice person too." Olivia commented.

"He. You don't know how much charity he did. But when she and Juliet were young, they didn't get along with each other at all. They were always hostile to each other and we had to make sure that they would never meet. Or it will most likely be World War III" My mother chuckled.

"Yes.we don't like each other at all," I repeated what he said.

"So, when is this Ethan gonna be"

"I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Jenson. I don't want to make you wait for me. I'm really sorry. I was busy with a few presentations. Someone had thrown me into the pool today and I lost all my documents that were on my laptop and mobile phone." A frustrated, slightly irritated deep voice from somewhere behind me cut through Olivia's conversation. The person's footsteps approached us and so did his rant about how he should make all the presentations again due to 'sloppy, hyperactive madmen'.

He popped out from behind me, walking around the table right in front of us. He took a seat right across from Olivia. At that moment my mouth gaped as I recognized the man sitting in front of us.

Ethan Evans's.

The man I accidentally pushed into the pool.