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.

friend send you? It’s so

she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually, “Oh, just a bunch of knick–knacks.”

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

she declared, her voice

Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at

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

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 forty or

the entire afternoon tinkering with its contents, scarcely leaving her sanctuary.

trips to her daughter’s door, contemplating a knock

a trace

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 reluctant to accept her as his sister, she didn’t know.

boasting. Deep down, he