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

circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained

one of those slick holistic health gurus right now.” While speaking, she fished out a compact mirror from her desk and peered

Mirabella remained silent.

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 was a blow to her

her face. “Ooh, I am wounded. Spare me the comfort.”

light as a feather. “Just hit

hands, glaring at Mirabella with indignation.

a faint smile.

wasn’t the

dinner, Mirabella ascended the stairs and rummaged

Chapter 100

for you. One pill a day. Come back to me when you’ve run out,” she said, handing over the porcelain bottle

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