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 even

in mock disapproval. “Dark circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and a

out a compact mirror from her desk and peered into it. “But seriously, are my under–eyes that bad?”

Mirabella remained silent.

said somberly, setting down the mirror and turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella’s face, which was flawless, radiant skin

I am wounded. Spare

light as a feather. “Just hit

with indignation. “That’s

a faint smile.

wasn’t the caring Mirabella

the stairs and rummaged

Chapter 100

slate–grey vial and descended back to the living room. “Zach, this is for you. One pill a day. Come back to me

this that energy–boosting concoction you mentioned