The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter ✔

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❝Use things, not people.
Love people, not things.❞

The next day at breakfast, I couldn't contain my giggles when I saw a groggy looking and I'm-going-to-fall-asleep-any-second-now-so-don't-piss-me-off Ethan.

He still hadn't noticed me sitting silently at the table when he walked in rubbing circles under his eyes. He looked tired and as if he hadn't slept at all. That was pretty obvious from the bags under his eyes and him yawning twice every minute.

His eyes fell on me a minute later and he jabbed an accusing finger in my direction.

"You little-"

"What?" I quickly cut him off before he could call me something unpleasant, widening my eyes innocently. "What did I do?"

"You very well know what you did," he growled, lowering his finger.

I stayed silent, struggling to not let hysterical giggles escape my lips.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You owe me a phone," he stated.

"What?" I asked, genuinely curious now.

"You are the reason why my phone is probably still somewhere in the garden. It's most probably damaged by now because I'm pretty sure it didn't survive when I threw it out of my window. Of course, the gardener must have watered my phone along with the plants by now and oh, you have to get the window in my room fixed cause I didn't notice that it was closed when I attempted to throw my phone out of the window at 4:45 in the fucking morning. And did you change my phone password?!" he demanded angrily.

I burst out in uncontrollably loud guffaws at this. "That...was...the last alarm on your phone," I said in between laughs.

He cursed under his breath. "I can't believe this," he muttered looking really pissed which made my smirk widen. "That was my second iPhone in less than ten days, all because of you. My first phone was damaged because you pushed me into the pool with it on me and now this?!"

I snorted in reply. "Like you even care. Money isn't a matter for you. You probably spend even more every day buying useless things."

"No, that attitude is more like you.
And you're going to pay for this," he gritted out.

"No actually my dad will. I don't have any money and all of it belongs to my dad so he'll get your window fixed and I don't know, he'll probably also buy you another phone," I shrugged.

"That's not what I meant. I'll get back at you for this," he warned with a finger pointed at me again and then without waiting for my reply, turned around to leave. I burst out laughing loudly, making sure he heard me which I know he did.

I knew he would get back at me. It might probably be worse than it was last time. But I didn't care. I was not going to be the first to back off. It was not even me who started it in the first place.

Breakfast was a quiet affair with Mr. and Mrs. Jenson. They were going to leave this evening for Paris, for which the maids and cooks were told to plan an elaborate goodbye dinner for them.

"We are going to be in Paris for about two weeks. So for the time being, you're responsible for the business here," I heard Mr. Jenson say to Ethan to which he assured him that he wouldn't disappoint him and congratulated him for their wedding anniversary.

After breakfast, both my parents went off for their work after promising me that they will make it early to dinner as they want to spend more time with me before they leave. Mrs. Jenson had to wrap up the photoshoot of some model for her clothing line before she left with Mr. Jenson, and Mr. Jenson had to finalize some business deals in partnership with some well-known companies. So both were going to be busy for the majority of the day.