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, her curiosity

lowered slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, answering

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

upstairs,” she declared, her voice

The box must have weighed

instant, her mental image of a delicate and dainty daughter began to crumble.

box. After a year in her current body, which had initially felt

spent the entire afternoon tinkering with its

trips to her daughter’s door, contemplating a knock but ultimately deciding

that Mirabella emerged, a trace

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

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.