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!

right, she forgot that Mirabella always performed like an Olympic athlete during gym class

under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and a lack of exercise. You’re squandering your youth, sweetheart. That’s a

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

Mirabella remained silent.

turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella’s face, which was flawless, radiant skin without a blemish in sight. The

face. “Ooh, I am wounded.

lips twitched slightly, her voice as light as a feather. “Just hit the books and survive your

indignation. “That’s

a faint

wasn’t the caring

evening, after dinner, Mirabella ascended the stairs and rummaged through her

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

and accepted the bottle. “Is this that energy–boosting concoction you mentioned at lunch?” he inquired, unscrewing