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

Chapter 22

On Sunday, Mirabella’s package arrived. It wasn’t particularly large, yet it was surprisingly heavy. Shawn, who had mustered the strength of Hercules and enlisted his wife’s help, finally managed to heave the box from the doorstep into the living room.

Delilah eyed her husband, puffing and panting, and teased, “Don’t forget to take that supplement Mira sent you, hon.”

Shawn’s forehead was a symphony of throbbing veins. Exhausted, he had no desire to speak.

Mirabella descended the staircase just in time to witness the scene. She headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Honey, your package is here.” Delilah called out to her.

With a nonchalant hum, Mirabella set down her glass and approached.

earth did your friend send you? It’s so

slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually, “Oh,

she spoke, she bent down and effortlessly lifted the box, her slender

she declared, her voice betraying

had struggled so mightily, was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least

In that instant, her mental image of a

the psychological shadows she cast on her parents by merely lifting a box. After a year in her current body, which had initially felt feeble, she had undergone extensive conditioning and training that had left her

entire afternoon tinkering with its contents, scarcely leaving

her daughter’s door, contemplating a knock but

dinner time that Mirabella emerged, a trace of fatigue

up from the airport, he had not once returned home. Whether he was simply too busy

but he thought she was just boasting. Deep down, he had little respect for her, which was why he didn’t bother to come by after dropping