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.

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

up her sleeves,

effortlessly lifted the box,

voice betraying no sign of strain.

was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least fifty pounds. How could she lift

too, was taken aback. In that instant, her mental image of

been strong and was unaware of the psychological shadows she cast on 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

spent the entire afternoon

door, contemplating a knock but ultimately

that Mirabella emerged, a

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 reluctant to accept her as his sister, she

“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