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?]

from texting Mirabella for days, worried that she might notice something was up, and any questions could lead to answers she'd rather not

as she clutched her phone. She never thought she'd see Jim again

making him seem more composed. His serene demeanor made it difficult

leaned her head back, fighting to keep the

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

his will to live... what

else? How could someone from a sprawling family like the Davis's lose the

paused, then typed back: [When someone's spirit breaks and they lose what keeps them going, not even

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

things she couldn't bear

they threatened to topple the resolve she'd maintained for so many

opened the photo again, her fingers grazing the

recently if she had

right now, she suddenly didn't want those

the room before she walked to the dressing

a moment, then took the key without a