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!

during

shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Dark circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and a lack of exercise. You’re

those slick holistic health gurus right now.” While speaking, she fished out a compact mirror from her desk and peered into it. “But

Mirabella remained silent.

setting down the mirror and turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella’s face, which was

am

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

hands, glaring at Mirabella with indignation.

a faint

wasn’t the caring Mirabella she

Mirabella ascended the

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jars and bottles. She selected a slate–grey vial and descended back to the 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 bottle to

energy–boosting concoction you mentioned at