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13: Part 2
Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. On the way to the dining hall, I ran into Ethan. What
agreatwaytostarttheday!And to think that he would just ignore me for the best. But no, he couldn't just walk off as if I wasn't just standing right in front of him. He had to do something!
He tried to trip me. Like how could you expect a twenty three year billionaire to be so immature? And all because of a stupid, childish feud with his childhood enemy. And it wasn't even my fault that he and Juliet were sworn enemies!
I glared my best at him while he just walked ahead of me, looking smug. Maybe I should just give his baby making stick another kick. That would perhaps get his brain back from wherever it was in his dick.
And to my great annoyance, he took a seat right next to
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The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 14: Part 1
"Chicken fight?""No.""Diving for treasure?""No.""Marco Polo?""How old are we? Eight?""Pool volleyball," Tristan stated, ignoring Olivia's comment.She seemed to consider that.I wasn't bad at volleyball so I think we could win."Okay," Olivia finally said."Get ready to lose," he said, smirking as if he already won the game."No, we won't. We will win and I'll show you!" Olivia seethed.Ten minutes later, we all were in the pool. The volleyball net as well as the boundaries were set and Ethan was stood on the far right end of the pool on the opposite side with the rubber volleyball in his hands, as he had won the coin toss and he was to serve first."Ready?" Tristan shouted from the other end of the pool."We were born ready," Olivia said, giving me a slight nod.On cue, Ethan served overhand by tossing the ball over his head and using his dominant right hand to hit
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 14: Part 2
I sent him a menacing glare. "You wish, Evans," I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room."Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?" I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own."Would you believe me if I said no?""No," I said flatly, finally showing him his locket by dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from my hands, muttering a "shit" under his breath."Then yes, it was me. What're you going to do about it?" He asked, raisi
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 15: Part 1
Yes, it was a terrible ankle sprain. And me walking after that to track down Ethan only made the sprain ten times worse.I groaned as I stared at the beautiful chandelier hanging right on top of me in my room. It was evening and I had had my dinner before everybody else. A doctor was called to attend to me. My mom had visited me twice to ask me about how I was and I replied that I was just fine. Thank God she didn't ask me how I ended up with that ankle sprain yet.I had already had my dinner. It was sweet of Samara to bring me my favourites for dinner and ice packs every two hours. The pain was terrible but I was able to walk by myself if I didn't put much weight on my sprained ankle. The doctor had told me to not move around much and my mom had literally ordered me to never get out of bed for this week and if it was urgent, like I need to pee or something then to call Samara to help me.Currently I was on my bed as Samara nursed my sprained ankle with an ice p
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 15: Part 2
Come on, I'm your mother. You can tell me what happened," Mrs. Jenson urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I fumbled for words as I racked my brain to come up with something good enough. See, I was a bitch to still be going with this. I could just blurt out the secret and try to prove it that I really wasn't who she was thinking I was. But I couldn't bring myself to say that. I was such a coward. I feared her reaction. I didn't care if she made my life hell, but I just didn't want to see her face full of pain and heartbreak. I didn't want to see if she would give up on ever finding her daughter. I knew I was making her happy today. But for how long? This would eventually come to an ugly end. Very soon. This was only temporary.In midst of these conflicting thoughts, I didn't really pay any attention to how I was really looking on the outside. It wasn't until my mom spoke that I realized that I was probably looking like a constipated pig."Are you alright?" Mrs.
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 16: Part 1
The next day was better than the previous one. My ankle was better and I was able to walk around, although I was still kind of limping while walking.While rummaging through my vast wardrobe for something simple and comfortable to wear, while I was still in just a towel, I felt something cool and hard beneath my fingers in one of the drawers. I grabbed onto it and pulled it out. It was my phone. It was still the same. The cracked screen and scratched plastic cover was still intact and I preferred it that way for some weird reason. I had almost forgotten about my phone in there. Mrs. Jenson had told me the day she showed me my done up room that it was placed in one of the drawers. And then I completely forgot about it.My eyes widened. It has been more than a week since we were kidnapped. And with the phone, I had completely forgotten ab
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 16: Part 2
"No, I can't lose! No! This is all your fault, Juliet! If you would have just shut up!"Oh,soshelost."Shut up, it's not my fault you don't know how to play better than him!"Tristan laughed on the other side, unscrewing a bottle of water and taking huge gulps from it. He was all sweaty, his white shirt sticking to his body which emphasised his muscles and his toned stomach. For a moment, I thought I saw Olivia gawk at him. But that might only be my imagination. Olivia can never liked a guy like him. I mean she hated him. She had made it obvious on more than one occasion."So..." Tristan spoke. I didn't notice he had come on our side, "about the dare..." He left the sentence hanging, knowing
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 17: Part 1
"So what's the plan?" Olivia questioned after breakfast when I told her that I was going to get back at Ethan."The classic one. I'm going to put many alarm clocks in his room, three to be exact. The one in his room, the one from my room and the one in yours," I replied, taking a small sip of my coffee."You should've been more creative with your plan. I'm very disappointed," Olivia said, shaking her head at me."Hey! That's all I could come up with. Although I did consider other ideas," I retorted."Yeah? Like what?""Like putting eye drops in his drink to give him a severe diarrhoea but I couldn't find eye drops. I also considered sticking wet cotton balls all over his expensive cars but that would just spoil those beauties and I would never allow that. Also at some point I thought of sticking needle pins on his toilet seat but that's just gross so I let it pass," I said, scrunching my nose up in disgust.Olivia let out a breath through he
The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter 17: Part 2
After dinner, I immediately went up to my bedroom and told Olivia to do the same. I didn't want Ethan to get suspicious of our plans if he found us lurking around the house late at night. I stayed up in bed until one in the morning. I was sure Ethan wouldn't sleep soon and I knew he was tired so he wouldn't sleep too late either.I kept myself alert for any sounds of doors closing near my room which would indicate he was in his bedroom. And precisely so, I heard a door close shut softly at around half past midnight. I gave him about half an hour after that to sleep as I was pretty sure he wouldn't immediately go to sleep. Once it was about twenty past one, I jumped off the bed and landed softly on the carpeted floor on the balls of my feet.Oh,thethingsIdoforhim.I'msacrificing
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