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?]

notice something was up, and any

trembled as she clutched her phone.

more composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult to

leaned her head back, fighting

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

will to live... what

who took responsibility more seriously than anyone else? How could someone from a sprawling family like

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

thinking about Jim's character.

things she couldn't bear to

to topple

fingers grazing the screen as if

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

she suddenly didn't

scanned the room before she walked to the dressing table,

a moment, then