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.”

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

late, Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare,” panted Summer,

of sweat forming on her forehead. He pulled out a pack of

them onto her dress‘ neckline, and flashed

pat on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was nothing

need to ask outright–she already figured that Summer was the girl

beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother, had boasted about. The white dress added an graceful touch to her

as if just realizing she was there. Summer

lake and a casually hooked smile that suggested a mix of mischief and

Emmitt chimed

her purse at the words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The smile on her face lost its earlier

turned back to