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.

on the first day of school forced a change of plans. After Mirabella reassured him

gate at her own pace. Entry was by card swipe, and as a transfer student without an ID yet, she was stopped by the

her transfer notice from her backpack and handed it over. “Will this work?”

and his expression changed. He called over a colleague before telling her, “You’ll need to wait here while I check this with the administration office.” With that, he didn’t wait for a response and walked off with

Was getting into a high school always such

massaged her

colleague for me?” she asked the

call, but there was

watch before asking. “Is