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

Chapter 2

Truth be told, since she’d body hopped into this body, she hadn’t really taken a good look at the place she was living in.

The house was a quaint two–story cottage with a yard, the kind you’d find out in the countryside. It had red brick walls topped with black shingles, and the walls were untouched by paint or tiles. In some areas, due to the passage of time. dark, moldy streaks had etched their presence into the surface. All in all, it was the epitome of 1980s

architecture–undeniably old and tattered.

Mirabella touched the tip of her nose and mused that she had lived in these rough conditions for over a year with relative ease.

Just then, the shrill voice inside the house ceased. Mandy emerged, dressed in a black lace gown and a violet silk scarf tied around her neck. Her makeup was impeccable, her hair pinned up with a diamond clip, exuding an aura of a high–society lady. She paused upon seeing Mirabella standing in the yard, taken aback.

wits, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, and asked with

calmly, her eyes a serene

then, the original body wasn’t called Mirbella but Mirabelle, a pampered daughter of

parents were just an ordinary

daughter lived in poverty while she raised a poor family’s child in luxury. Perhaps Mandy felt her dormant maternal instincts stir due to this stark contrast. She saw her biological daughter appear gracious and sweet–spoken, so

family. She spent her childhood in a

the real daughter reclaimed, the counterfeit had to step aside. So, before the Davis family came to reclaim Mirabella, Mandy told her she didn’t deserve the Gilbert name nor to stay there–a sentiment as clear then as Mandy’s cold demeanor now.

thoughts and nonchalantly withdrew her gaze from Mandy.

her anger flaring. “What kind of attitude is that?” she snapped.