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

Chapter 8

With a face like that she could totally slay Hollywood’s A–listers, couldn’t she? If she was not camera–ready, what about those celebs who lived off their good looks?

Emmitt suddenly felt that his sister, whom he was meeting for the first time… was a bit weird. What was up with that?

As he was internally rolling his eyes, Mirabella’s voice came through once more. “But you, you’re different too.” Mirabella said with a teasing edge, giving Emmitt a meaningful look.

Dressed to the nines in a designer suit, his every move exuded an aristocratic charm that clashed with the rumors of a lackadaisical‘ and ‘poor boy‘ upbringing.

A playful glint crossed Mirabella’s eyes. Interesting.

Emmitt was about to ask Mirabella what she meant by ‘different when something–or someone–caught his eye. His lips curved into an indulgent smile, and he waved through the air, “Summer.”

white sundress approaching at a swift pace. She

panted Summer,

sweat forming on her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues from

sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a sweet smile at Emmitt. “Thanks,

on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was

There was no need to ask outright–she already figured that Summer was the girl she was switched at

family and adopted their surname. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that

attention to her as if just realizing she was there. Summer was visibly taken

a casually hooked smile that suggested a mix of mischief and cool detachment. She was

is my sister, Mira.” Emmitt

the words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken

turned back to