The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 116

The exam proctor strode into the room, delivering the test papers with an efficiency that spoke of years of experience.

It was English Literature in the morning. Mirabella stared at her paper with a sense of dread. Of all the subjects, English was her least favorite. The sight of those densely packed words always dragged her back to her childhood, to the days when the old sticklers of her family tormented her. Those dusty tomes of Shakespeare and Chaucer were the stuff of her childhood nightmares.

Ever since she arrived in this new body, she’d had an innate aversion to English, leading to an unsurprising neglect of the subject.

With a silent sigh and resistance coursing through her veins, Mirabella picked up her pen and began to write at a snail’s pace. When it was time to hand in her paper, it looked complete, but as for accuracy… that was anyone’s guess.

The afternoon brought Mathematics, which was much more Mirabella’s speed. Effortless and straightforward, it hardly required a thought. Having learned her lesson from a previous deduction for answering beyond the syllabus, she was careful not to repeat the mistake.

Post–exam, everyone in class was flipping through textbooks, trying to estimate their scores.

“Queen Mira, don’t you think today’s math test was brutal?” Jenna asked, her face downcast after calculating she’d barely scraped through. But as soon as she’d posed the question, she regretted it. After all, she was speaking to the national competition’s reigning champ–wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

Mirabella cocked her head, letting out a rare, long sigh, “I found English to be the real difficult

↑ beast.”

you use the word ‘difficult?“” Not

top–notch, but that doesn’t mean I’m omnipotent,” Mirabella replied with a playful flutter of her eyelashes, her tone

of another ego blow. “Isn’t English the easiest, though?” Jenna quickly steered the conversation back to safer waters.

head, her frustration evident. “For me,

distress, Jenna realized she’d stumbled upon a bombshell. “So, what do you

will be a matter of luck,” Mirabella mused, resting her chin on her hand, the image of despondency. She missed the simplicity of the BrainSpark Nationals–it was so straightforward

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“Queen Mira, don’t tell me you’ve got

her a sidelong glance. “Doesn’t every normal student have at least

since when are you a normal student?” Jenna’s question was a piercing one. With two national competition victories under her belt, Mirabella

Mirabella pulled her English textbook from her desk. “I

she suddenly flashed a mischievous grin, her voice laced with schadenfreude. “Imagine if you