All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I jumped out of bed too and sprang to the door when I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back."Julie, wait."I yanked my hand out of her grasp and sprinted towards the door. I tried to open it but it was closed."Shit!" I looked back at Olivia and she ran to me. She began pulling me back to bed."What're you doing?! We have to get the hell out of here!" I yelled at her.What did they do to her? Or did they hit her on the head for her to loose common sense?"Julie I know you are scared but please calm down. I'll explain everything. It's-""Shut up!" I cut her off. "Just shut the hell up! Olivia have you gone mad?""Julie, enough. You're overreacting. You're safe.""Go to hell! If you want to die here, it's fine with me. But I don't want to die, thank you so much, so bye."Before I reached the door, I heard its​handle turn slowly but silently.The door was quickly yanked open and a big man with a

"Julie, say 'dad'," I heard Olivia whisper in my ear from behind."D-Dad?" I stammered. I just hoped that was what Juliet's relationship was with that bald man.His eyes softened and he walked over to me before gently pulling me in his embrace. I was shocked at first, but I soon hugged him back lightly, now sure that he was Juliet's dad. It was a bit awkward because I just met him for the first time and I just didn't hug anybody. He pulled away a little, only to place a soft kiss on my temple."Juliet, why did you leave us?" His voice broke in the end. "Why did you do that? I spent nearly two years finding you! I never found you. Until now," He said, pulling me in a tighter embrace.My eyes widened at that. He had not seen his daughter for the last two years! I swallowed hard. He has still not met his daughter yet. I was not his daughter. I felt a pang of guilt hit my chest. What I was doing was wrong.I felt another pair of arms wrap around me and

"Why not?" Olivia asked, her tone calm and quiet as if she knew we would eventually go on with this.I shook my head at her, turning around and pressing my back to the window to remind myself of where I really stand in this. "This is so wrong. I can't just go with this. The old lady is mistaken. I'm not her daughter. And I can't cheat them by acting like their real daughter. I don't even know how she behaves. I just can't, Olivia. If anyone gets to know about this, we're so screwed.""B-But no one will know if we don't talk about this. Julie, it's not our fault that they kidnapped us. They must be the one apologizing to us. And it's for the good. Didn't you see how happy you made them? They think you're their daughter. Can't you even do this little thing of pretending to keep them happy for a bit? Imagine how heartbroken they will be if they know you're not their daughter," Olivia gasped dramatically, putting her hand on her chest. But I knew that wasn't the thing she

"Hello, Ms. Jenson," she greeted with a tiny smile on her heart shaped face. "I'm your maid, if you remember me. Mrs. Jenson asked me to summon you for dinner.""Oh...I remember you and I'll be right there. Is Mr Je- I mean my dad at the dinner table?""Yes, he is.""Oh...thanks. I'll be there in a minute. Uh...what is your name?""I'm Samara.""Nice to meet you, Samara." She seemed nice and polite to me so I thought maybe I was going to make some friends here."Nice to meet you too, Ms. Jenson.""Oh, come on, you can call me Julieeeee-t." I almost only said Julie. I should be more careful next time. One slip up and we'd be in great trouble.Samara looked at me with a slight frown on her face. "Okay, Ms. Jens- I mean Juliet."I gave her a smile which she returned with a grin and then she walked off. Rich people liked to look good all the time. And Juliet was a billionaire's daughter so she obviously must look good all th

Dinner was done and everybody went about their business. My mom probably was in her room after giving me a good night kiss on my forehead. It was awkward but I didn't mind. Dad and Ethan were nowhere to be seen. After dinner, the two had immediately left the dining room and I assumed they had gone to work.It was currently eleven at night and Olivia and I were sprawled on the couch in the enormous living room watching reruns of Supernatural on the huge flat screen. I was far from sleepy and no one was around although the servants must be around here somewhere.As we were in one of the episodes of the second season, I happened to glance over at Olivia, only to see her eyes closed and soft, almost inaudible snores escaping her mouth. I looked over at the grandfather clock hung just above the huge flat screen TV and sighed as I read the time to be almost one thirty. I never went to bed this late. But from the time I was kidnapped, my sleeping and waking up schedules had b