The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

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was carrying a paper bag, his grip firm yet casual. As he caught sight of his sister, he quickly stashed it Wind his back, cutting off her line of sight. “Ah, I’m not heading out, just thinking of taking a stroll around

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Mirabella’s delicate features were etched with suspicion. She glanced at the hand he had concealed and

Ild, “Oh, well, enjoy your walk then.” With that, she stepped aside, clearing the path with a considerate and sweet demeanor.

Zach stood rooted to the spot, torn between going and staying since he never intended to take a walk in the first place.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. “Zach?”

“I suddenly don’t feel like walking anymore,” he blurted out, pivoting back toward the house.

Back in the living room, Shawn, noticing Zach’s swift return, set his tea cup aside and asked with a tinge of curiosity. “Weren’t you going to visit the neighbors next door?”

Following Zach, Mirabella paused briefly, her gaze shifting to his retreating figure. Her eyes narrowed, landing on the paper bag in his hand. Was he not out for a walk?

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Sensing the scrutiny from behind, Zach felt a flicker of guilt and, without turning around, mumbled to Shawn, “It’s gotten too late. I’ll go another day”

“I did mention it was getting late, but you wouldn’t listen.” Shawn shook his head in mild reproof. Zach was speechless. Great, his dad was the master of timing.

With a half–smile, Mirabella sidled up to Zach, her tall frame exuding none of the frailty her gender might suggest. She lazily slung an arm over his shoulder. ‘Zach, how about I accompany you to the neighbors‘ right now?”

At her touch, Zach nearly jerked away on reflex. Turning to face Mirabella, whose expression seemed harmless enough, he couldn’t shake off an eerie feeling.“. Let’s not.”

His reply came off as forced and awkward. Who would’ve thought he’d be intimidated by his sister, who was always so well–behaved and adorable? It was a story no one would believe.

Delilah, carrying a plate of freshly sliced fruit, observed her daughter and son standing close in a seemingly affectionate exchange. She placed the fruit on the coffee table and remarked to her husband, “Zach and our little girl are growing closer by the day.”

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Zach, wearing a look of inner turmoil, held his tongue.

Shawn, who had just prepared two cups of coffee, put one back on the tray. He looked at his daughter with a gentle expression. “Mira, come have some coffee.” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Sure.” Mirabella obediently nodded, withdrawing her arm from Zach’s shoulder to sit down beside Shawn.

Shawn poured the coffee for himself, Mira and his wife.

Standing aside and slowly realizing something was amiss, Zach adjusted his glasses. Had his father forgotten something? Didn’t Zach need coffee, too?

Shawn, oblivious to his son’s expectant gaze, remembered something else. He stood and retrieved a square box from a nearby cabinet,

“Mira, give this to your classmate’s dad. The one who gave you that painting last time,” Shawn handed over

the box.

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