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!

performed like an Olympic athlete during gym class as if they weren’t

stroked her chin, eyeing Jenna from head to toe before shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Dark circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated

she fished out a compact mirror from her desk and peered into it. “But seriously, are my

Mirabella remained silent.

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

“Ooh, I am wounded. Spare me

light as a feather. “Just hit the books and survive your

dropped her hands, glaring at Mirabella with indignation. “That’s just mean, a double whammy of insults!”

a faint

flabbergasted. This wasn’t the caring Mirabella she knew!

Mirabella ascended the stairs and rummaged through her collection

Chapter 100

descended back to the living room. “Zach, this is for you. One

that energy–boosting concoction you mentioned at lunch?” he inquired, unscrewing the lid.