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.”

tall woman in a white sundress approaching at a swift

panted Summer,

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

them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a sweet smile at Emmitt. “Thanks, Emmitt.”

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

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

She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother, had boasted about. The white

Summer finally turned her attention to her as if just

of a lake and a casually hooked smile that

Mira.” Emmitt chimed in, nodding towards Mirabella.

‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The

expression, turned back to Mirabella. “This is…”