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.”

in a white sundress approaching at a swift pace. She was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to discern her features at first glance.

nightmare,” panted Summer, her voice still catching her breath.

beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket

them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed a sweet smile

her head, Emmitt’s

already figured that Summer

she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that

scrutiny, Summer finally turned her attention to her as if just realizing she was there. Summer was visibly taken

stunning, with sparkling eyes like the shimmer of a lake and a casually hooked smile that suggested a mix

my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed in,

sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something

oblivious to Summer’s expression, turned back to Mirabella. “This is…”