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.

send you? It’s so heavy,” Delilah said, her

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

the box, her slender

voice betraying no

daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least fifty pounds.

taken aback. In that instant, her mental image of a

parents by merely lifting a box. After a year in her current body, which had initially felt feeble,

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

several trips to her daughter’s door,

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

dinner as well, which surprised Mirabella. Since picking her up from the airport, he had not once returned home. Whether he was simply too busy or

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 bother to come by after dropping Summer off at the Gilbert family. Had it not been for several calls from his mother, he might not have returned even