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

up her sleeves,

the box, her slender

declared, her voice betraying no

box

aback. In that instant, her mental image of a delicate and dainty

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

Delilah made several trips to her daughter’s door, contemplating a

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

at dinner as well, which surprised Mirabella. Since picking her up from the airport, he had not once returned home. Whether he

she was just boasting. Deep down, he had little respect for her, which was why he didn’t bother