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.”

approaching at a swift pace.

was a nightmare,” panted

shook his head, noting the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues

onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a

pat on her head, Emmitt’s

slowly forming smirk. There was no need to ask outright–she already figured that Summer was the

exude the refined, gentle

unabashed scrutiny, Summer finally turned her attention to her as

of a lake and a casually hooked smile that suggested

my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed in, nodding

lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The smile on her

turned back to