The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter ✔

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❝Anything you can't control is teaching you how to let go.❞

"What's up?" Olivia asked as she made her way to the fluffy bed and flopped on it, bouncing slightly on it. "Ah," she moaned. "It feels like I'm on top of the clouds," She said, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.

"Olivia! Shut up. We have to get out of here," I said as I skipped towards her. Her eyes shot open and she gave me a puzzled look.

"Why?" she asked. "It's so nice here," she gave me a sly grin, "Juliet."

I groaned. "I'm not Juliet! Don't call me that for God's sake!"

Olivia sat up on the bed, eyeing the door from which we came in from. She took my hands in hers, focusing her gaze on me. "Look Julie, I know you're not Juliet. You know you're not Juliet. Except for us two, nobody knows you're not Juliet."

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

She just looked at me like I've grown three heads. "Don't you know what this means? Do you even know who the Jenson's are?"

I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. "They are..." I bit my lip. "The Jenson's?"

"I thought so," Olivia shook her head at me. "Do you ever keep up with the business section of magazines and newspapers?"

"No." I said. Why would I read that? It was boring and unrelated to me.

"I knew it," Olivia said as her eyes brightened. "We are kidnapped by the Jenson's. And do you know who they are?" Olivia asked again, waggling her eyebrows. Without waiting for my reply, she continued. "The Jenson's have a big family business! They are one of the richest billionaires in the whole wide world! You saw that old man downstairs, he's Alistair Jenson! The CEO of Jenson Holdings Inc. The largest company in the world of business. You don't know how much the company costs. It's more than a few hundred billions! He has a global chain of luxurious hotels, casinos and beach resorts. He even owns a fucking island by the name of Blue Pearl! How cool is that?!" Olivia's eyes were wide and round, her mouth hanging open slightly as she stared off into space.

I swallowed hard as Olivia's words finally sunk in. "Y-You mean to tell me that we are kidnapped by one of the richest billionaires in the world who have mistaken me for their daughter?! What?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

"This must be a dream," I said, my own mouth popping open at the impossible possibility.

Suddenly, Olivia leaned towards me, smacking me at the back of my head with her hand.

"Ow!" I hissed in pain, glaring up at my crazy best friend. "What was that for?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Well, duh. Of course, it hurt," I said, rubbing the spot on my head where she hit me.

"That means you're not dreaming. This is real!" She said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're mistaken for a billionaire's daughter. Oh. My. God!"

She giggled and flopped down on the bouncy bed. "I've always wanted a bed like this." She rolled over, her front pressed on the bed as she laughed manically.