The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 29

After breakfast, with a black credit card snug in her pocket, Mirabella followed Shawn down the stairs. As they rode the elevator, she casually dropped a question, “Dad, aren’t we supposed to be pretty broke?”

Shawn, caught off guard by his daughter’s question and unsure where she might have heard such a thing, sighed as memories of tough times surfaced. “We may not be rolling in dough, sweetheart, but don’t you worry, I won’t let you suffer,” he assured her.

Mirabella tilted her head slightly, skepticism written all over her face. She couldn’t reconcile the black card and the easy talk of spending with being poor. That look made Shawn feel oddly guilty, but luckily, the elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and he coughed to cover his discomfort as he quickly exited.

Mirabella’s lips curved into a half–smile, following him out with an amused glint in her eyes.

The Davis residence wasn’t far from Parkside High School just a twenty–minute drive, so Mirabella didn’t need to board.

scramble for parking spaces on the first day of school forced a change of plans. After Mirabella reassured

towards the school gate at her own pace. Entry was by card swipe, and as a transfer student

her transfer notice from her backpack and handed

wait here while I check this with the administration office.” With that, he didn’t wait for

narrowing her eyes slightly. Was getting into a high school always

massaged her temples, resisting the urge to criticize the school’s

up your colleague for me?” she asked the other

there was no answer. After several attempts, he looked apologetically at Mirabella, “My colleague must’ve left his phone

glanced at her watch before asking. “Is there a contact number for