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 swift pace. She

panted Summer, her voice still catching her breath.

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

removed her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and

gentle pat on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was

a slowly forming smirk. There was no need to ask outright–she already

she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother, had boasted

to her as

with sparkling eyes like the shimmer of a lake and a casually hooked smile that

my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed

tightened on her purse at the words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something

expression, turned back to Mirabella.