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.

complex emotions in her eyes, and asked with indifference, “What are you doing here?”

a serene pool, her mind drifting.

jumped in this body for reasons unknown. Back then, the original body wasn’t called Mirbella but Mirabelle,

biological parents were just an ordinary working couple, not only lacking in wealth and influence

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 she quickly brought her back home, renaming her and inviting her to the family with haste as if to compensate for

She spent her childhood in a small town, raised by Mandy’s mother, and was rarely visited,

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.

her thoughts and nonchalantly

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