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.

Mandy gathered her wits, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, and asked with indifference, “What are

her eyes a serene pool, her mind drifting.

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

parents were just an ordinary

before her, discovered that her biological 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

family. She spent her childhood in

to reclaim Mirabella, Mandy told her she didn’t deserve

collected her thoughts and nonchalantly withdrew her gaze from

noticing the shift, furrowed her brows, her anger flaring. “What