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

Chapter 7

Mandy snapped back to reality, vigorously shaking her head. “No, my mom hasn’t been taking any other medications.” She thought she was going out of her mind. If the doctors were at their wits end, where on earth did that brat get her hands on a cure?

The doctor, hearing this, quipped with a chuckle, “Well, that’s quite the miracle, isn’t it?”

Mandy managed a weak smile, her mind already set on getting a full check–up for Catherine once they got her back to Ashford.

By the time Mirabella reached Ashford, it was 10 p.m. She stepped off the plane, and her phone immediately flooded with a barrage of texts and Messenger alerts. Before she could even glance at them, her phone started to ring. It’s an unknown number.

Her finger hesitated for a moment before she pressed the answer button, and a young, unfamiliar male voice came through. The caller was none other than Emmitt, her blood brother.

the airport, she quickly remembered sending a message to her grandmother,

luggage in tow. Her gaze scanned the crowd waiting at the arrivals hall. Her eyes finally

the strap of her backpack, Mirabella made her way toward him, pulling her suitcase behind

her photos of her four

if his never–before–met sister should have appeared by now, and scrolled through his phone to find a picture of her he’d saved on Messenger. Just as he lifted his head, ready to match the face to the photo, he saw a young girl already standing in front of him.

shoulder and a modestly sized suitcase in her right hand. Her face was bare and radiant, her features strikingly beautiful, and at that

on his phone, and could vaguely make out the resemblance in their

out in a drawn–out,

wore an expression of