The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 18

Maple Academy was one of those institutions that Mirabella had heard about, one that was undeniably founded on the almighty dollar–a private, elite school if there ever was one. With a staff of seasoned professionals and a rigorous academic hierarchy, only two types of students walked its hallowed halls; genuine geniuses and the filthy rich.

In short, if your pockets were deep enough, you were in.

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“Have you already greased the school’s palm?” Mirabella asked, breaking the silence with a stern look that seemed to pin her parents to their seats.

Caught off guard by their daughter’s seriousness, the couple exchanged a glance.

“Yes.”

“No.”

firm affirmation from Delilah; the second was a denial from Shawn. Their failure to present a united Tront led to another silent exchange, this one tinged

half–smile that somehow made Delilah squirm. Feeling guilty under her daughter’s gaze,

earnest look on his still–handsome face. said. “If you end up choosing this school your mother and I do indeed have

were far from destitute, Mirabella saw no need for backdoor

Which one?” Delilah asked eagerly.

her reply concise. “Parkside High School.”

and Shawn were taken

Had they

coughed, seeking clarification. “Sweetie, did you

brochure, her head tilting slightly, a smile

joking, right? Could you repeat that for me? Which school did you pick?” Despite being charmed by her daughter’s nonchalant demeanor, Delilah still

earnestness. “It’s not a joke. Only Parkside High School meets my

our reach, sweetie.” She was well aware of her daughter’s

grades… even if you get in, it might not be a good thing for you,” Shawn added, his expression turning grave at his daughter’s ambition.