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.”

woman in a white sundress approaching at a swift pace. She was wearing sunglasses, making it

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

her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues

gracefully removed her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a

a gentle pat on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was nothing but

already figured that Summer was the girl she was switched at birth

the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy,

unabashed scrutiny, Summer finally turned her attention to her as if just realizing she was there. Summer was visibly taken aback.

smile that suggested a mix of mischief and cool

Mira.” Emmitt

tightened on her purse at the words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The smile on her face lost its earlier

expression, turned