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.

It’s so heavy,” Delilah said, her curiosity

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

effortlessly lifted the box, her slender

her voice betraying no sign of

Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box

instant, her mental image of

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.

box to her room, Mirabella spent the entire afternoon tinkering with its contents, scarcely

several trips to her daughter’s door, contemplating a knock but ultimately deciding against

until dinner time that Mirabella emerged, a trace of fatigue gracing

from the airport, he had not once returned home. Whether he

was a mix of emotions. “Mirabella, Mom told me you’re transferring to Parkside High School?” he asked. She mentioned choosing 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