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.

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

as she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually,

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

heading upstairs,” she declared, her voice betraying no sign of strain.

who had struggled so mightily, was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at

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

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 left her in the best shape so far. To her, a box weighing forty or

entire afternoon tinkering

to her daughter’s door, contemplating a knock but

a trace of

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

Emmitt’s expression was a mix of emotions. “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,