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Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 31
I stared up at the ceiling, How long had it been now since that fateful Christmas dinner where this whole charade began? Four months? Five? The days and weeks had blurred together into a hazy torrent of deception and performance. Back then, posing as the unconscious Paul for a single evening had seemed like an adventure - a crazy but harmless way to earn some quick cash. Just one night of playacting among strangers, and then back to sweet normalcy. I never imagined how catastrophically wrong things could go. How that single impulsive decision would warp my life into a waking nightmare.Now here I was, trapped indefinitely in the role of an entitled aristocrat halfway across the world. Forced every moment to speak, walk, and think as Paul Auclair. My own identity buried so deep even I struggled to find it in the rare quiet moments like this. I wondered sometimes how the real Paul was faring lost in the darkness of his own mind. Did some part of him sense my clumsy attempts to imper
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 1
The shrill beeping of my watch alarm jolted me awake. I fumbled to silence it, squinting at the early morning light filtering through the dingy curtains. With a sigh, I hauled myself up and shuffled to the bathroom down the hall. The frigid water shocked me into full wakefulness as I splashed my face. Scrubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stared back at my reflection in the spotted mirror. Stringy blond hair fell across a bony face dominated by thick eyebrows and owlish glasses. I looked like a scarecrow brought to life. After changing into my uniform - a secondhand blazer and slacks whose faded gray hue mirrored my own nondescript presence - I headed downstairs to the bustling dining hall. Students filled the tables, boisterous and lively in crisp uniforms as they devoured plates of eggs and toast. The savory scents made my stomach rumble. I joined the line for lukewarm oatmeal, keeping my eyes downcast. Their chatter and laughter enveloped me, yet I may as well have been a ghost d
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 2
The library was my sanctuary at Wellington Prep. Surrounded by the musty smell of old books, I could almost forget about the constant dread of navigating the halls. Today after classes ended, I settled into my usual tucked-away study nook. Taking out my books, I was soon lost in mastering proofs for AP Calculus. Numbers and formulas always made sense, unlike people. I didn't notice the time passing until the librarian came by, reminding me they were closing up in 15 minutes. As I packed up, laughter echoed from the hallway outside. I recognized that mocking tone with a sinking feeling. Poking my head out, I discovered Paul and his cronies loitering right outside the library doors. They were tossing a small object between them, snickering. With a sigh, I walked up and held out my hand. "Alright Paul, give it back." He blinked innocently. "Give what back?" "Whatever you took from me. Let's just get this over with." Paul laughed. "Wow, so quick to accuse me! Maybe I'm just han
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 3
Paul's fist flew at my face. I ducked just in time, the blow sailing past my ear. Laughter rang out from his cronies watching nearby. "Come on, fight fair!" Paul taunted. Before I could react, his foot hooked around my ankle. I crashed to the ground, gravel biting into my palms. He loomed over me, features twisted in ugly determination. This wasn't just a prank - he wanted to hurt me. I scrambled up, holding my hands out placatingly. "Paul, think about this. We'll both get expelled if you keep-" His punch slammed into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I doubled over in pain as the gang cheered him on. "Yeah, not so smart now, are you?" Paul jeered. He shoved me down again. I lay there gasping, glasses cracked and askew. This was pointless. I had to get away. Ignoring the fiery pain in my side, I staggered to my feet and backed towards the school, never taking my eyes off Paul. With a savage grin, he glanced around and picked up a heavy tree branch, testing its weight. My bl
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 4
The steady beep of the EKG machine punctuated the stillness in Paul's hospital room. I sat slumped in the chair at his bedside, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. Nearly two days had passed since the accident that left him comatose, with no indication of when he might wake up. The sound of the door opening made me look up as a disheveled man hurried in - Philippe Auclair, Paul's father. His bloodshot eyes were lined with worry as he moved to his son's side. "Any change?" Philippe asked hopefully, though his expression fell as I shook my head. "No, he's been like this the whole time. But the doctors think he could wake up soon." I studied Philippe's worn features, sensing the weight on his shoulders. Philippe sank into the chair next to me with a heavy sigh. As the youngest Auclair son, he was never prepared to lead the family biz. And Paul, as the baby, was even less ready to step into that world. In the short time since we met, Philippe has word-vomited his whole life sto
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 5
As soon as I entered this private millionaire meeting, I recognized some faces from business magazines and news interviews. But more importantly, Paul's relatives were all here - uncles, aunts, and cousins who are executives in the company. There was Richard Auclair, Philippe's older brother and current President of Auclair Hotels. He's expanded their portfolio of five-star properties across Europe. His other brother Claude Auclair is the Executive Vice President of Casino Operations, overseeing the company's global chain of luxury casinos and entertainment venues - we're talking Vegas on steroids. Then there's Juliet Auclair, Philippe's sister, who runs Auclair Cruise Lines as Chief Operating Officer. Under her leadership, they've cornered the high-end cruise market with over-the-top luxury liners. And of course Auguste Auclair himself, the founder and current Chairman of the Board. At 80 years old, he still runs the empire with an iron fist. Seeing all Paul's accomplished re
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 6
Slipping away to an empty hallway, I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. My clothes suddenly felt constricting, as if I had been playing dress-up in someone else's skin all night. I longed for the comfort of my own shabby, but honest, life once more. After what felt like endless Mingling, I finally detached myself from the Auclairs, desperate to escape before I was exposed. As I was leaving, Philippe grabbed my shoulder tightly. "Thank you again for everything tonight." I met his gaze solemnly. "I hope you figure a way out of this situation you've created." I paused. "Paul's condition is still very delicate, even if the doctors try to sound optimistic..." Philippe's face clouded with worry. "You're right. But I couldn't destroy the one shred of hope my father still has in me and my family. Paul has never gotten any love from the rest of them." I sighed. "Enough excuses. I expect the agreed-upon payment in my account by tomorrow morning." Philippe looked taken aback
Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson CHAPTER 7
The pungent scent of antiseptic hit my nose as I walked through the dingy halls of City General Hospital alongside my grandmother. The wheelchair I pushed creaked and rattled over the cracked linoleum tiles. This had become our dreary routine - three times a week I'd help Gram get to her physical therapy appointments. Not that the sessions seemed to be helping much. If anything, her health only deteriorated more rapidly. "How are you feeling today, Gram?" I asked gently as we waited for the elevator, trying to sound upbeat. "Oh, just fine dear," she said, giving my hand a light pat even as she struggled for breath. Her skin was paper thin, blue veins starkly visible. But her eyes still held a spark of lively spirit. The elevator groaned as it carried us up to the third-floor therapy wing. Sanitized, clinical - this place was worlds away from the warmth of family. But it was all we could afford. I helped Gram out of the wheelchair and onto the exam table, where her therapist soon
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CHAPTER 31
I stared up at the ceiling, How long had it been now since that fateful Christmas dinner where this whole charade began? Four months? Five? The days and weeks had blurred together into a hazy torrent of deception and performance. Back then, posing as the unconscious Paul for a single evening had seemed like an adventure - a crazy but harmless way to earn some quick cash. Just one night of playacting among strangers, and then back to sweet normalcy. I never imagined how catastrophically wrong things could go. How that single impulsive decision would warp my life into a waking nightmare.Now here I was, trapped indefinitely in the role of an entitled aristocrat halfway across the world. Forced every moment to speak, walk, and think as Paul Auclair. My own identity buried so deep even I struggled to find it in the rare quiet moments like this. I wondered sometimes how the real Paul was faring lost in the darkness of his own mind. Did some part of him sense my clumsy attempts to imper
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 30
When Agatha finally paused for breath, I looked up. "I won't do it anymore," I stated bluntly, the words surprising me with their calm finality.Agatha blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Won't do what, darling?" I met her gaze with new steadiness. "Pretend to be Paul. Lie to Dominic, to everyone. I'm done." The decision filled me with courage. For the first time in ages, I felt free.Agatha stared, then burst into laughter. "Done? You foolish boy, as if you have any say in the matter." Her voice hardened. "You will do exactly as I tell you."I shook my head calmly. "No. Find someone else for your schemes. I'm leaving." I spoke simply, but certainty resonated through me. Agatha's eyes narrowed sharply. "Let's make one thing clear - you have no say in this arrangement.” she said, “Your only role is to obey." I shook my head, weariness giving way to anger. "No, I'm done with your stupid games. Find some other lackey."Agatha stepped closer. "You ignorant fool. Do you really think
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 29
The rhythmic thump of the punching bag soothed my frantic mind. Sweat stung my eyes, a welcome distraction from the constant performance that was my life. Focused silence calmed my constant anxiety. Straightforward punches and kicks were a comfort - no tricks, just sweat and discipline. For a few hours, I forgot the daily charade.But pretending around Egon returned quickly. "Hey Paul," he'd call out casually, breaking my normalcy.Paul. Each time he said it, my nerves throbbed. Patience vanished, though I knew Egon didn't get it. I wanted to scream - I wasn't Paul, never would be. Just an unknown imposter trapped in this torture."Where's the fire, huh? You've been going at it like you're about to fight Tyson himself." Egon chuckled, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me."Just blowing off some steam," I mumbled, trying to maintain the facade. But the pressure was building. every forced interaction felt like another brick added to the wall of lies that threatened to crush me."Tha
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 28
The next evening I sat pretending to watch TV, muscles wound tight as a spring. Dominic had gone out to some dinner commitment blessedly solo, leaving me momentarily unbothered.Agatha got into the living room and casually muted the noise before resting on the sofa's armrest. I braced for her latest plan, but she simply studied me in silence instead, absently twirling a lock of my hair.After an endless tense moment, she spoke up calmly. "You know, jealousy really doesn't suit you." I raised my head. "What? I'm not jealous," I remarked unconvincingly. My ears burned under her stare.Agatha just smiled. "Please, I see the way you look miserable lately. Afraid you're no longer the center of my attention?" She asked the question lightly, but her eyes were piercing.I chose my answer carefully. "I just don't care for whatever weird game you two are playing with me, that's all." She tilted her head. "Game? I promise you, Dominic and I are very in love. Isn't it only normal to show affect
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CHAPTER 27
Keeping distance proved impossible in the sleek apartment. Dominic remained a constant energetic presence over the next few days, telling me colorful stories whenever we crossed paths, despite my obvious lack of interestI would give nice smiles while walking away as soon as possible. Yet Dominic seemed totally unfazed by my reserved attitude, only calling for me to join next time. Agatha watched these conversations with subtle enjoyment that set me on edge.At night I lay awake listening to their muffled words through the wall, unable to escape the sense I was the butt of some unspoken joke between the two. Dominic's deep booming laugh particularly irritated me.On the third night, my patience ran out. I sat on the couch trying to distract myself with a school book, even though the words blurred without meaning.Heavy footsteps announced Dominic's approach before his hulking body suddenly filled the space beside me. I flinched involuntarily at the closeness. He gave no sign of notici
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 26
The next morning I came carefully from my suite, unsure what to expect after last night's tense standoff with Agatha. Part of me wondered if she had already left in anger at my defiance.But the smell of fresh coffee drew me toward the kitchen. There I found Agatha sitting casually at the counter, scanning news headlines on her tablet as if nothing were wrong.She glanced up as I entered, one perfect eyebrow raised. "There are fresh croissants if you'd like some," she said kindly as if we were merely polite roommates.I paused, caught off guard by the way she behaved after our fight just last night. Agatha's composure gave no hints, and I fought to get straight."Uh, sure thanks," I managed, moving slowly to the counter piled high with flaky golden cakes. My hunger defeated nervousness as I snagged one and took a bite. Still warm, and delicious.Agatha smiled smugly over her coffee cup at my obvious pleasure. "I had them brought from the best bakery in the city. Only the best, of cour
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 25
Back at the sleek modern apartment, I wearily dumped my gym bag by the polished door and kicked off my shoes. The glow of electronic screens and downtown lights streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark valley below. I headed straight for the gleaming kitchen, fishing a sports drink from the fully-stocked stainless steel fridge. Gulping it down, I allowed the cold liquid to rehydrate my drained body. Intense karate training always left me ravenous.Rummaging through cupboards produced a stash of protein bars. I eagerly tore one open and took a huge bite, ignoring manners. I had built lean muscle over weeks of exercise, but my appetite seemed bottomless now. Leaning against the black granite counters, I quickly wolfed down another bar, the sweetness hitting my starved taste buds perfectly. A third fruity bar swiftly followed. Only after devouring half the box did I finally feel sated enough to slow my intake.Wiping sticky hands on my sweatpants, I headed to my l
- Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson
CHAPTER 24
Despite my dramatic exit from the karate studio, I found myself drawn back a few days later. As much as I hated admitting it, getting some sort of training was better than moping around doing nothing. And with Egon as the instructor, I knew the class wouldn't involve silly kid stuff. I slipped in just as the evening session was starting, avoiding eye contact with Egon up front. The rest of the students gave me curious looks but said nothing as I took an open spot at the back. Egon raised an eyebrow when he noticed me but made no comment. "Let's begin," he simply said, before leading the class through an intense warm-up routine. I pushed myself to keep up with the others, not wanting to show weakness. The lesson covered basic punching and blocking techniques. I focused on copying the moves precisely, forgetting my surroundings. The repetitive motions were oddly soothing.Afterward, I lingered while the other students filtered out. Egon walked over, arms crossed. "You planning on ma
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CHAPTER 23
Over the next few days, fighting became my single focus as I trained intensely for a rematch against Egon. I barely glanced at my old phone, ignoring Philippe's check-ins about Gram's health as well as his vague texts. I also strongly ignored Agatha's questions when I constantly went to train. My sessions with Egon entered a stage where I drove myself past the point of exhaustion each time. Nothing felt hard enough - I added punishing cardio and agility drills outside of our planned strength training. My body rebelled with aches and fatigue, but I pushed even further. Redemption against Egon occupied my every waking thought. I had to be better prepared this time and show that our first bout was a fluke. Only a total win in a rematch would satisfy the competitive flame I had stoked within myself.My body had become a weapon forged from pure desperation, the soul within consumed by a single driving purpose - to force the respect of others through dominance. Pride and rage-fueled me lon
