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.

did your friend send you? It’s so

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

bent down and effortlessly lifted the box, her slender frame seeming to

declared, her voice betraying

box must have weighed at least fifty pounds. How could she lift

her mental image of

was unaware of 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 in the best shape so far. To her, a box weighing

Mirabella spent the entire afternoon tinkering with its contents,

door,

wasn’t until dinner time that Mirabella emerged, a trace of fatigue

airport, he had not once returned home. Whether he was simply too busy or reluctant to accept her as his sister,

Parkside High a few days ago, 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 Summer off at the Gilbert family. Had it not