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,

lowered slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually, “Oh, just a

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

declared, her voice betraying no sign of

her, Shawn, who had struggled so mightily, was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least fifty pounds. How could she lift

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

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

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

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

emerged, a trace of fatigue

he had not once returned home. Whether he was simply too busy or reluctant to accept her as his sister, she didn’t know. And frankly. it didn’t

days ago, but he thought she was just boasting. Deep down,