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

Cassie covered her face for a moment, then peeked over to check out Mirabella's phone screen, only to be met with nothing interesting.

"Did you really send that photo to Nellie?" she asked.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Mirabella shot back, her phone in hand as she sauntered over to a chair by the big window and plopped down.

Hearing this, Cassie quickly flipped on her phone's camera. Seeing those dark circles under her eyes, she was instantly hit with a wave of despair. "Oh no, oh no... I'll never be Nellie's favorite pretty face again."

Mirabella just rolled her eyes. "..."

How could someone be so completely shameless?

Ignoring Cassie's melodramatic groans, Mirabella leaned back, relaxed. On her phone's Messenger app, there was indeed a sent picture, but it wasn't the one she'd just snapped of Cassie.

In less than a minute, a reply popped up on Messenger.

Nellie: [Did my advice not work?]

had been holding back from texting Mirabella for days, worried that she might notice something was up,

her phone. She never thought

features, making him seem more composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult to reconcile with the decisive man she remembered, yet somehow, he

head back, fighting to

it's just that Chester has lost his will

will to live... what does

seriously than anyone else? How could someone

spirit breaks and they lose what

went pale, thinking about Jim's character. A dull ache surged through her

couldn't bear

threatened to topple the resolve she'd maintained

opened the photo again, her fingers grazing the screen

her recently if she had any regrets.

right now, she suddenly didn't want

turned back into her room. Her eyes scanned the room before she walked to the dressing table, pressing a hidden compartment on the side. It popped open, revealing a small

moment, then took the key without