The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Although Jenna’s cousin’s comment was similar to the others on her video, she was left feeling like a tornado had just ripped through her composure. Her cousin, of all people, was never one to dish out compliments.

Jenna remembered how she had wanted to introduce Mira to him just the other day. Prompted by the thought, she quickly opened up their chat and shot him a message. [My classmate is even more of a knockout.]

No sooner had Jenna hit send than she saw the telltale ‘typing…‘ indicator light up on her cousin’s end. She left her screen on, waiting for his response. However, after two minutes, the ‘typing…‘ vanished, but no message from her cousin followed.

Bemused, she tossed a quick message his way. [Hi?]

In return, Jenna was greeted by a glaring red exclamation mark and a system notification that was anything but comforting. [Message sent, but rejected by the recipient.]

What in the world was happening? Had her cousin just blocked her? Everything seemed fine when she sent the first message!

Jenna was totally bewildered, clueless as to what had just unfolded.

Before long, they had finished their meal. As they left the restaurant, the manager asked for Jenna’s number and, on the spot, set her up with a VIP account, all smiles and politeness throughout.

Thus, Jenna, somewhat dazed, found herself with a VIP card that was even fancier than a regular membership card. She was practically floating on air as she walked. She had looked up the restaurant

online before. You had to spend a hefty sum over the course of a year to earn a membership, let alone an upgraded VIP card.

Mirabella stood on the curb, waiting for her ride, and had just hung up with her dad. She turned to Jenna. “You gonna make it home okay?”

Jenna looked at Mirabella and shook her head emphatically. “No worries, Mira. You go ahead if you’re busy. I’ll just hail a cab.”

Mirabella pocketed her phone and hummed softly in acknowledgment.

Half an hour later, at the Davis residence.

beat before slipping into her house slippers with practiced calm.

As Mirabella stepped inside, she noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes at the the tube try to be th Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

entrance. She paused for a

When she walked into the living room, Johnny’s familiar face came into view. Mirabella’s eyes narrowed slightly, a chill passing over her face, but she quickly masked her expression. “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”

Delilah and Shawn looked up, acknowledging her with a chorus of hums, and then Shawn spoke up, “Mira, this is Johnny. He’s here to see you.”

Johnny, who had risen to his feet, offered Mirabella a measured smile. “Ms. Mirabella, we meet again.”

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Her gaze landed on Johnny, her voice tinged with an unmistakable chill. “What do you want?”

Johnny could sense Mirabella’s displeasure and the subtle hostility that seemed to emanate from her, Surprised by the force of presence in an ordinary high schooler, he adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, gesturing towards a collection of elegantly wrapped gifts on the coffee table. “These were personally sent by our boss, as a token of thanks for your help with the…”

Mirabella cut him off mid–sentence, her brow furrowed. “That won’t be necessary. You’ve already paid the medical consultation fee. There’s no need for this kind of doorstep gratitude,”

It wasn’t a surprise that he had found her, after all, Nikolai had hinted at the man’s notable status, and tracking someone down probably wasn’t a difficult task for him. But she didn’t take kindly to being disturbed so abruptly.