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.”

tilted her head, following his gaze, and spotted a tall woman in a white sundress approaching at a

a nightmare,” panted Summer, her voice still catching her

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

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

on her head, Emmitt’s gesture

outright–she already figured that Summer was the girl

the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother, had

finally turned her attention to her as

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

sister, 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

oblivious to Summer’s expression, turned back to