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

her sleeves, answering casually, “Oh, just a

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

declared, her voice betraying no sign of

a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least fifty pounds. How could she lift

taken aback. In that instant, her mental image

current body, which had initially felt feeble, she had undergone

the box to her room, Mirabella spent the entire afternoon

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

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

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,

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.