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.”

at a swift pace. She was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to discern

Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare,” panted

her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket

tissues, Summer gracefully removed her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a sweet smile

a gentle pat on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was

outright–she already figured that Summer was

had since been taken in by the Gilbert family and adopted their surname. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy,

as if just realizing she was there. Summer was

casually hooked smile that

my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed in, nodding

feeling as though something had been taken from her. The smile on her face lost

expression, turned back to