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?]

might notice something was up, and any

the picture Mirabella sent, Nellie's hands trembled as she clutched her phone.

had passed, and time had only refined his features, making him seem more composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult to reconcile with the decisive man she remembered, yet somehow,

head back, fighting

failure, it's just that Chester has lost his

[Lost his will to live... what does

else? How could someone from

back: [When someone's spirit breaks and they lose what keeps them

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

she couldn't

once they started brewing, they threatened to topple the resolve she'd maintained for so

the screen as if she could touch the

her recently if she had any regrets. She wanted to say

now, she suddenly didn't want those

before she walked to the dressing table,

hesitated for a moment, then took