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

Mirabella felt James's eyes on her and instinctively shifted a bit to the left before glancing up at him.

"The necklace," James said, leaning casually on the chair with a playful tone, "Are you wearing it?"

Mirabella just stared for a moment. Lying never ends well; it has a way of catching up with you. She cleared her throat, sat up straight, and replied with surprising ease, "Well, I might've lost it when I was helping out a friend the other day."

It was odd, really. Being as alert as she was, she should've noticed it slipping off. But when she woke up and found it missing, she couldn't recall how it happened.

Thank heavens it wasn't the heirloom from her grandmother; she'd have been beside herself.

James looked at her, recognizing her attempt to stay composed, and sighed softly. He placed a clean set of utensils in front of her. "Alright, let's dig in."

Mirabella blinked, then added, "Honestly, I have no clue how I lost it."

James nodded, pondering. "No worries. I'll get you another one in a few days."

nothing unusual about the material was found, he learned that others were on the hunt for a pendant with

they might have the same effect. He still hadn't cracked the mystery of Mirabella's strange low-temperature sleep from

glanced at James again, then picked

her room for a shower, finally feeling

emerged, dressed and ready, he sent one last message and put his phone

from being a bit weak from blood loss, he's okay. Wyatt's looking after him, so don't fret, everything will be fine," James reassured her as he stood up. "Come on, I'll

gave him a look but didn't say

the hospital, about seven or eight minutes,

the streets were practically deserted. The streetlights cast their

nowhere, a few headlights sliced through the calm, and the roar of fast- moving cars

sedans zipped past Mirabella and

eyebrow and glanced ahead, but the cars were gone