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

Chapter 100

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, a signal for her friend to continue.

“The monthly ordeal of the Deathly Tests!” Jenna exhaled deeply. “Do you know why they call Annette ‘The She–Devil?‘ Because anyone whose average score dips below their last one gets subjected to the most twisted form of punishment!”

Mirabella looked on, her expression the epitome of nonchalance. “Punishment?”

“Yeah! Ten laps around the track every afternoon after school for ten days straight. If that’s not twisted, I don’t know what is!” Jenna shivered at the mere thought.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Mirabella’s lips. “You call that twisted?”

Jenna’s patience snapped like a twig. “Ten whole laps! You know the size of our school track, it’s massive! Just one lap during PE, and I’m already winded!”

Ten laps might as well be a death sentence!

forgot that Mirabella always performed like an Olympic athlete during gym class as if they weren’t

to toe before shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Dark circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and a

those slick holistic health gurus right now.” While speaking, she fished out a compact mirror from her

Mirabella remained silent.

dark circles are pretty bad,” Jenna said somberly, setting down the mirror and turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella’s face, which was flawless, radiant skin without a blemish in sight. The stark contrast was a blow to her self–esteem.

I am wounded. Spare me

feather. “Just hit the books

dropped her hands, glaring at Mirabella with indignation. “That’s

offered a faint

wasn’t the caring

Mirabella ascended the stairs and rummaged through her

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living room. “Zach, this is for you. One pill a day. Come back to me when you’ve run out,” she said, handing over the porcelain

eyebrow and accepted the bottle. “Is this that energy–boosting