OLIVIA

Mrs. Jones escorted me in my room after that emotional moment we had in the living room. She said that I must relax a bit and dip in the bathtub before we eat dinner. She also mentioned that she would cook all my favorite food. I couldn't deny that she was kind and a wonderful mother. I realized that Reese was so blessed to have a mother like her who would support and love her so unconditionally.

Every day of my life, I've yearned for that kind of love, and I never imagined that I'd get the opportunity to experience it myself, even though I knew it wasn't actually meant for me, but rather for someone else.

That's why I had to make sure that I would be able to act more convincingly from now on. My goal was to avoid making Mrs. Jones suspicious of me as I knew that it would break her heart if she found out that I'm a different soul. While her daughter was nowhere to be found, I wanted to make sure that I would be able to portray Reese Jones's identity perfectly and to fill in some gaps she had left here.

When Mrs. Jones left me in my room, I peeped outside and locked the door. Now that I was free from their sights, it's time for me to take action.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Lara's phone number.

"Hey, red baby doll . . ." I said a few seconds after she answered a call.

We decided to come up with a code whenever we talk on the phone and this 'red baby doll' was something I chose. I would say the code whenever I call her so that Lara would be aware that it was me who's calling her.

"Olivia, how are you?"

I could hear the blast of the music in the background. It was difficult for me to hear her voice as she seemed to be in the bar right now.

"Hey, can you go to the dressing room for a second? I can barely hear you!" I said and crossed my arms on my chest as I waited for the background noise from the other line to stop.

Minute passed and then the silence filled the other line.

"Alright, can you hear me now?" she asked.

"Yes, that's better!" I sighed with relief. "Hey, Lara. I badly need your help."

"Sure, Mrs. Maxwell, the wife of the billionaire. How can I be of help?" she said as she tried to tease me.

I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Reese Jones is someone I'd like to learn more about and I need your help to investigate and obtain more information regarding that woman. I require a lot of great deal of information about her that can help me impersonate her, Lara. I badly need your help and I need this task to be done as soon as possible."

"Ooh, sounds fun! Of course, I will help you! Looks like you're determined to ace your plan now!" she giggled.

"Well, I'm already here. Might as well give my best for me to hit a jackpot," I hissed.

"I'm glad you grabbed the chance, Liv." Then I heard her long sigh. "I hope something like that will happen to me too. The loan sharks came to my house yesterday and they really stressed me out. I don't know what to do anymore," she added.

"How much do you need, Lara?" I asked her worriedly.

We've been friends for a long time. I knew that she'd been borrowing money from loan sharks and despite how horrible these people are. Lara had no other choice but to come back with them whenever she needed money because she had no one to run to and I had no money to offer as well.

But now . . . I think I could do something to help her.

"O-Olivia," she stuttered as her voice suddenly cracked. "N-No, you don't have—"

"Just tell me, Lara. How much do you need? I want to help, alright?"

I heard her sob but then a few seconds passed and she screamed in glee. What a nice actress!

"Oh, my goodness, Liv! You're such an angel!" she exclaimed dramatically.

I shook my head. "Stop it. You know I am not close to becoming one. We're such daredevils!"

We both chuckled. I had to admit that it felt good to talk to my best friend. My day had been so suffocating and Lara was the only person with whom I could talk to with all my guard down and without feeling judged.

"So, how's your life now that you became a wife of a billionaire?" she asked, her voice was giddy.

"Well, let me tell you the bad news. Chase's parents stopped us from getting married today."

"What the heck? Is that for real?" she sounded shocked.

"Yeah, I was kind of pissed about it but I don't want to worry about that right now. I still have to work on my disguise so they won't be suspicious of me." I sighed. "But Chase told me he will do everything so we can get married soon though," I told her as I layed down on the bed.

"Hmm, in-laws issues . . ." she laughed. "Don't worry, babe. I got your back. I'll investigate that woman, Reese Jones, and will send all the information to your email. Just go along with your disguise. No one's going to be suspicious of you since you're too identical with Reese."

"Thanks, Lara. You know I can't do this without you. I promise to make a shit ton of money and your help won't be put into waste as I will include you with my success!" I said happily.

"Sounds great, Liv! I'm thinking about my dream vacation with my boyfriend in Hawaii. I think you can treat us to an all-expense paid trip!"

"What? You should travel with me first. No boyfriends allowed!" I hissed. "Anyway, how much money do you need?"

"Uhm, about fifty thousand dollars, Liv . . ." she replied.

What? She needed that much money?!

"I promise to pay you, Liv. My kid also needed the money for his tuition fees. His father no longer gives his child support and I am already tired of chasing that poor ass guy. I really can't depend on him so I must face this hardship alone for my child."

I sighed in disbelief. "Alright then. I got your back, Lara. You have nothing to worry about," I assured her.

"Since you're already the soon-to-be wife or should I say the fiance of the super famous Chase Maxwell, I presume you can ask him for money, right? Or perhaps that woman, Reese Jones, has some bank accounts or credit cards that you can use!" she suggested.

I rolled my eyes. Now, I wanted to question myself about who's the real devil between me or Lara.

Two birds of the same feather really flock together . . .

"Are you hearing yourself, Lara? Damn it! You really are the devil!" I snorted.

"Yeah, I know! I'm a great devil for money. Anyway, I need to do some work here at the bar. I'll call you later!" she said. "Don't forget the money! Let me know once you have it so we can meet at our secret place. Bye, Liv!"

I threw my phone on the bed after that call. Now, I just need to create a plan on how I can get some money to help Lara . . . I recalled the night I first met Chase. He told me that he could give me even the riches of Solomon when I asked him to pay me three hundred thousand dollars. Would it appear embarrassing for me if I asked him about that money?

I found myself contemplating whether to do it or not as I stared at the ceiling but I guess I had no other choice since I already promised Lara that I'd help her. That's what best friends are for. She didn't leave me at my lowest so I will do my best to be someone she could depend on this time.

I went downstairs and asked for a family driver to drive me at Chase's office as I didn't know where he actually works. It was a good thing that our butler assisted me and called one of the drivers to help me.

After almost an hour, we arrived at a very huge building. My mouth was opened as I looked up to the company where Chase is working. His family is damn rich!

The driver opened the car door for me and I went out to look around. I saw a group of men in black suits and ties marching toward me. My heart raced as I didn't know any of them. I clutched my chest when they stopped in front of me.

"Welcome back, Ms. Jones. We heard from your butler that you're coming over to meet Mr. Maxwell," their leader told me, which made my jaw drop on the floor.

Was it common for the rich people to be welcomed this way whenever they visit someone else's office? I almost had a heart attack!

I was about to thank them but a bunch of photographers suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I heard their cameras clicking and flashing that almost blinded my eyes.

Why are they doing this, anyway? Is Reese a celebrity too? My goodness!

"Ms. Reese, can you please give us your statement? Why didn't you show up at your wedding?"

"Ms. Reese, is it true that your parents only want you to marry Mr. Chase Maxwell because your family business is already on the verge of bankruptcy?"

"Ms. Reese, do you still plan to join this year's national swimming competition?"

"Ms. Reese, is it true that you're only an adopted child?"

I saw TV reporters, media men and possibly paparazzi blocking my way and asking me a lot of questions. I was completely shocked as this was the first time I encountered such a mishap . . . I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to cover my face using my arm.

Then I recalled a moment when an unknown guy from the bar told me that I looked like one of known athletes that was engaged to a famous billionaire. In fact, I'd always hear it whenever I had customers whose ages were in their mid 20's. I just chose to ignore it as I found it nonsense . . . now it all made sense to me. I couldn't help but wonder if Mike knew this all along knowing he was a well-known bachelor who owned one of the big night clubs in town.

I only came back to my senses when the bodyguards started to push these media men away and covered me so I could walk forward. I had a hard time walking as the crowd was all over the entrance of the building.

After all the push and pulls, I was finally able to enter the building. I was about to walk with my head up but I stumbled into something that caused me to fall on the floor.

My lips formed a thin line as I heard some giggles from the employees. What is so funny? They are supposed to help me stand up!

I clenched my hand and tried to stand up but the moment I looked up, I felt as if my heart was hammered when I saw Chase's father staring at me.

Judging the way he looked at me, I saw the intense disgust through his eyes.

OLIVIA

The intense disgust visible through Chase's father's eyes went away in an instance, it was as if it wasn't meant to be seen at all . . . and it only made me feel more confused and intrigued about Ernest Maxwell.

My instinct kept telling me that there was something I needed to find out about him, but the devil side of me only cared about money and Chase . . .

I stood up to my feet as I didn't want to appear as a stupid future daughter-in-law who looked like a dead meat on the floor. I gave him a fake smile as that was all I could do after I stumbled in front of him.

"Hello, Uncle Ernest. I am here to talk to your son about something," I said confidently as if nothing ever happened prior to seeing him.

Ernest Maxwell only gave me a warm smile and nodded. His phone rang and he didn't hesitate to answer it. He looked very busy so I didn't bother him anymore when he walked away with his secretary. I looked around and figured out everyone was too busy in this company.

I was then greeted by the receptionist and asked me if I needed help or something.

One of the bodyguards spoke behind me, "Can you please ask someone to walk her to Mr. Chase Maxwell's office? She's Ms. Reese Jones, his fiancee."

Everyone seemed to have heard that as they started looking at me as if they had seen a ghost . . . Now, what the hell was going on?

I only gave them a confused look as my gaze wandered around.

"Oh, Ms. Reese Jones! I am very sorry!" said the receptionist.

I didn't understand why but it looked like all of the employees here were starting to panic when they found out that Reese Jones was inside their company. I mean . . . why are they panicking? I looked at the bodyguards behind me and gave them a questioning look but they didn't bother to answer.

"U-Uh, M-Ms. Jones . . ." A guy then showed up in front of me.

He looked pretty tense. I checked on the name tag on the left side of his uniform and read his name, "Ivan Paul . . . Hi there, Ivan!" I greeted him, which made him more nervous as I saw how his lips quivered.

"L-Let me escort you to Mr. Maxwell's o-office," he said as stuttered.

I narrowed my eyes as I stared at him. What the heck is wrong with this guy?

"Alright, thank you!"

His face lightened up a bit with a great shock visible in it. My brows furrowed but then I still managed to smile at him as a courtesy.

"This way, Ms. Jones . . ." he said as he led us the way to Chase's office.

Me and the bodyguards behind me followed Ivan as he walked towards what looked like a special elevator. We went inside and I noticed that he opened a black small box below the regular elevator buttons. He tapped a key card on it and then another button appeared on the inside. He pushed it and it turned gold.

"It will take us to Mr. Maxwell's office directly," Ivan said.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

Rich people, indeed, love to get customized things for their benefits . . .

I looked at the picturesque view while the elevator was going up. Chase's special elevator was made of transparent glass, so I could see the city further as it went all the up. The scene was definitely breathtaking and it gave me a thrilling emotion.

I couldn't wait to be rich too . . .

In an instance, we finally arrived at the floor where he works. I was greeted by a huge and elegant receiving area when the elevator door opened. It was like a five-star hotel lobby area with modem luxurious furniture that I only saw on Television and magazines.

"Damn it . . . Is this really his office?"

Ivan seemed shocked when he heard me cursing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I awkwardly laughed. "It's just that I didn't expect his office to be this extravagant . . ."

Then I saw the confusion in his eyes. I realized that I forgot that I was portraying Reese Jones. I palmed my face and scolded myself that I should keep my composure! Reese might have visited here a couple of times so I should act normally! Damn, Olivia . . .

Two ladies approached us.

"Good day, Ms. Reese Jones! It's been a long time," the lady with brunette hair greeted me with a smile.

I smiled at her and checked the left side of her chest. She didn't have a name tag but I assumed that she already knew who Reese was. They were both smiling at me and all I could do was to smile back at them as I didn't know how to initiate a conversation at this point.

But it felt as if they were waiting for me to say something so I just voiced out what was in my mind. "Yes, it's been a long time. Thank you everyone for your hard work! Currently, I am not really well. I am suffering from amnesia but I am trying to recover my lost memories . . . so I hope you could bear with me if I can't recognize all of you," I said and faked a smile.

They looked at me with visible shock on their faces. My jaw was starting to feel a bit hurt due to the endless faking smile I give them. I then lowered my head and rolled my eyes then fixed the invisible strand of my hair as a form of elegance.

"Oh, we're very sorry to hear what happened, Ms. Jones. We hope for your fast recovery but we are glad that you're already back!" the brunette woman said.

"Thanks!" I simply said. My temper was already cut short. I didn't come here to have a chit chat with them so I looked around, trying to find the only person I wanted to see right now. "Where's Chase?"

"He's currently in a meeting with an important client. Didn't he tell you, Ms. Jones?" The other lady who has this red curly hair asked.

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you think I care?"

I saw how the two of them frowned. It made me realize that my statement was very rude. "Oh, what I mean is . . . do you think my visit is untimely? I just really miss him, knowing that we hadn't seen each other for two months. I want to make up for the time we lost," I said in a very dramatic voice and lowered my head and faked a sob.

I took my hanky from my sling bag and slowly wiped my invisible tears to appear more convincing in front of Chase's employees. From this moment, I really think that I had the talent for acting and if I'd be given a chance to be an actress, it would give me a lot of plaques hanging on my wall. My acting was superb and I should have an oscar for this.

"We understand what you've been through, Ms. Jones. No worries, Mr. Maxwell should be out in the conference room in less than fifteen minutes. Their meeting will end soon . . ."

"That's great!" I said happily and smiled like nothing happened. "By the way, what are your names?"

The brunette girl smiled. "My name is Debby and she's Martha. We're Mr. Maxwell's secretaries here."

"Oh, that's cool!" I said and was about to do a hand shake with them but then a double door swung open.

I figured out that it was the conference room that Debby had mentioned earlier as I saw Chase Maxwell going out of it. He was sweating and was obviously uneasy. There were other men who also went out of the room and judging by their looks, it seemed to me that they were in their 40's.

I figured out that Chase's meeting didn't go well. As I observed his body language, his confidence wasn't evident at all. Compared to his looks earlier when we had lunch at his residence, his overall physiques screamed of stress and frustration. His tie was loose and uneven as if he tried to pull it a couple of times, the collar of his polo was untidy and his long sleeve shirt inside his suit was really a mess.

I bit my lower lip, still watching his every move. What the hell happened to this guy?

"I appreciate your time, Mr. Takashi. I look forward to seeing and talking to you again," he said to the person he called Mr. Takashi.

Chase walked with them until they entered the elevator and left. He then sighed and massaged the side of his forehead. I crossed my arms on my chest then cleared my throat. It was only then that he noticed me.

With eyes widening out of confusion, he walked towards me.

"Reese, I didn't know you're here," he said and then kissed my cheek.

"Uhm, yeah, I needed to say something important that's why I came here to visit . . ." I said.

"What is it? Let's talk in my office." He snaked his arm around my waist.

He instructed the bodyguards to wait for me outside. I smiled inwardly as we entered his office. He locked the door and let out a long sigh. We walked near his desk and then he leaned on it.

Even if his eyes were staring at the floor, I could see the evident dismay painted on his face. My hand moved on its own and caressed his cheek. I slightly tilted my head to meet his gaze.

"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked.

I saw how his Adam's apple moved as he licked his lips. "I don't know, Reese. Perhaps, I am afraid to lose that client. I didn't prepare enough and it's obvious that my business proposal did not impress him."

I felt how discouraged he was because his meeting with his client didn't go well. I guess this is not the right time for me to ask for money.

I moved closer to him up to the point that our bodies were almost glued to each other. Still caressing his cheek, my other hand traveled from his shoulders all the way to the back of his neck. I gently moved my fingertips, tracing small circles at his nape, then I fixed the collar of the long sleeves he was wearing.

"I believe you've done your best, Chase. Don't stress yourself too much . . . I know your capabilities. You can always turn things around, right?" I said to make him a bit motivated then looked at his beautiful eyes.

Our gazes were locked to each other. I bit then licked my lower lip.

"Yes, I guess you're right . . ." he said, then chuckled a bit.

It was as if a light bulb suddenly showed up on top of my head . . . then I felt that my billionaire 'customer' needed to relax and have some fun.

It's showtime Olivia . . . Give this man a little bit of pleasure.

I leaned forward enough for my lips to meet his ear. "How about I ease your worry for a bit since you work so hard for us? I'll give you a reward . . "

Then I looked into his eyes and saw the mix of confusion and excitement through it. I smiled playfully and held both of his shoulders, then pushed him a bit which made him sit down on this swivel chair.

I took my phone out, opened my music app and played slow sexy jazz music.

Without breaking our eye contact, I started swaying my hips while biting my lower lip. I saw how Chase exhaled as I began to unbutton my blouse.

I walked in front of him so he could have a better look at me.

"Reese, what are you doing?" he asked, then swallowed very hard.

He looked at me in the eyes while his hands were quivering on his swivel chair's arm rests. I leaned down and held both of his broad shoulders while swaying my hips slowly as I tried to follow the rhythm of my favorite sexy jazz music.

I removed my blouse and it slid down the ceramic floor. I caught him looking at my breast, with his breathings becoming more heavy. I smirked.

My hand traveled at the back of his head and gently pulled his hair so he could look at me in the eyes.

"Oops, eyes on me, baby . . ." I uttered softly. "Don't move. I will give you pleasure," I added.