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?]

that she might notice something was up, and any questions could lead

clutched her phone.

composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult to reconcile with the decisive man she remembered, yet

fighting

through: [Not a failure, it's just that Chester has lost his will

his will to live... what does

one who took responsibility more seriously than anyone else? How could someone from a

breaks and they lose what keeps

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

couldn't

started brewing, they threatened to topple the resolve she'd

the photo again, her fingers grazing the screen as if

had asked her recently if she had any regrets. She wanted

now, she suddenly didn't want those

eyes scanned the room before she

key. Nellie hesitated for a moment, then took the key without