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 to answers she'd rather

picture Mirabella sent, Nellie's hands trembled as she clutched her phone. She never thought she'd see

refined his features, making him seem more composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult to reconcile with the decisive

fighting

then, Mirabella's message came through: [Not a failure, it's just that

will to live... what

responsibility more seriously than anyone else? How could someone from a sprawling family like the Davis's lose the will to

someone's spirit breaks and they lose

about Jim's character. A dull ache surged through her chest.

she couldn't

they started brewing, they threatened to topple

again, her fingers grazing the screen as if she could touch the

if she had

right now, she suddenly didn't want those

before she walked to the dressing table, pressing a hidden compartment on the side. It popped open,

key. Nellie hesitated for a moment, then took