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.”

sundress approaching at a swift pace. She was wearing

Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare,” panted Summer, her voice still catching her breath.

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

her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a sweet smile

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 birth with

but she did exude the

scrutiny, Summer finally turned her attention to her as if just realizing she

with sparkling eyes like the shimmer of a lake and a casually hooked smile that suggested a mix of mischief and cool detachment. She was the epitome of

my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed in, nodding towards Mirabella.

from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The

to Summer’s expression, turned