The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter ✔

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❝The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, it starts feeling like one.❞

A soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I prepared myself for the sun to attack my poor eyes. But it didn't. I slowly opened them and saw the sunlight hidden behind the curtains of the windows. I pulled off the comforter and swung my legs to the side to get out of the bed. I walked towards the bedroom door, running a hand through my hair to ease out the tangles.

I opened the door to reveal a grinning Samara.

"Good morning, ma'am," She greeted me.

"Samara, call me Juliet," I said, giving her a small smile. "Uh...what time is it?"

"It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs. Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not angry with me for waking you up," She said as she looked at me nervously.

I gave out a chuckle. "It's absolutely okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And God, had I been sleeping for that long?"

"You must be pretty tired. Your friend told me that you went to bed at three in the morning."

"Yeah...I wasn't able to sleep. But anyways, you are calling me for breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am," she said and I raised my brows at her. Realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself.
"J-Juliet, yes Juliet."

"Good," I said. "Is my dad and uh...Ethan going to be there?"

"No, they couldn't be there to have breakfast with you. Mr. Jenson has gone to work in his office and Mr. Evans had left for Marseille at five."

"Oh," I said, internally celebrating the pleasure of Ethan's absence. I hope he stays there for the duration of my stay here. I can already tell how much I was going to enjoy not seeing his face. I was surprised at how I took an instant dislike to him.

Shaking my head to shove thoughts about him out of my head, I smiled at Samara and told her that I'd be there. I shut the bedroom door and made my way to the bathroom which was very spacious. There was already a tooth brush and tooth paste there. After brushing my teeth and making my hair look less than a bird's nest, I walked down the stairs which led to the kitchen on the adjacent. I instantly caught sight of the many chefs, about four or five, working on an elaborate breakfast for us. On seeing me, one of the chefs who was working on something on the stove, straightened up and gave me a charming smile.

"Hello, miss Jenson. Good morning. Mrs. Jenson and your friend are waiting for you."

"You all are making me feel like I'm the most unpunctual person in here," I said. And you all are treating me like I'm some kind of royalty. And that is making me realize how I don't deserve all this. And the guilt is eating me up alive and I can't even correct myself.

"Uhm...I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"Just call me Juliet, please," I said, looking at the other chefs who were watching me. "And yeah, I wanted to say that you're really excellent at whatever you do. You all have amazing culinary skills," I complimented them.