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

habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and

holistic health gurus right now.” While speaking, she fished out a compact mirror from her desk and peered into it. “But seriously, are my under–eyes that bad?”

Mirabella remained silent.

somberly, setting down the mirror and turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella’s face, which was flawless, radiant skin without a

am wounded. Spare

her voice as light as a feather. “Just hit the books and

with indignation. “That’s just mean, a

a

flabbergasted. This wasn’t the caring Mirabella

Mirabella ascended the

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

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