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?]

worried that she might notice something was up, and any questions could lead to answers she'd

sent, Nellie's hands trembled as she clutched her

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

head back, fighting to keep

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

to live...

seriously than anyone else? How could someone from a sprawling family like the Davis's

and they lose

thinking about Jim's character. A dull ache surged

couldn't bear

but once they started brewing, they threatened to topple the resolve

fingers grazing the

recently if she had any regrets. She

suddenly

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

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