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

The door swung open, and a blast of pink washed over her. Sure enough, the decor matched the old house to a tee. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Mirabella pressed a finger to her temple, sighing softly. She slid the glass door to the balcony open and stepped out, taking in the surroundings. Her gaze lingered on the villa next door, pausing for a moment in quiet contemplation. Shaking off the distraction, she pivoted back into the room. Her eyes scanned over the boxes and items carried over from the old family home before she set to work organizing.

Halfway through, her phone buzzed with a notification from Messenger. It was a message from Nick.

[Mirabella, I’ve shipped the review materials to you. They should arrive within a week. Keep an eye out for them, okay?]

A wry smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The overwhelming pink of the room had already jabbed at her heart, and now here was Nick, jabbing at her with a few boxes of study material. She quickly typed out a response: [Nick, we just moved today. Did you send the package to the old address?]

Nick’s surprise showed in his text. [Yes, why the sudden move?]

Mirabella settled into a nearby chair. (My parents wanted a change of scenery.]

After a brief pause, she continued: [It’s fine, though. When the courier calls, I’ll ask them to redirect it here.]

[Alright, send me your new address just in case.]

She fetched the homeowner’s card her mother had given her earlier, texted him the new address, and added: [By the way, the incense you asked for was sent the day before yesterday. It should arrive

soon.]

[Thanks, Mira.]

Then, the conversation ended. Nick set his phone aside, leaned back on the couch, and stared at the ceiling, feeling the emptiness of the sprawling house around him.

Having tidied her room, Mirabella headed downstairs.

Shawn was at the door, deep in conversation. She glanced his way briefly before turning toward the dining room. The table was laden with about a dozen dishes, which were obviously delivered from some restaurant.

Delilah was setting the cutlery. “Mira, could you check when Zach and Leo are coming home? On moving day of all days, they should be back early.”

“Sure.”

Mirabella fished out her phone and called both brothers. After a short while, she hung up. “Leo’s almost at the gate, and Zach just left work. He’ll be another half hour.”

*If you’re hungry, darling, go ahead and eat. Don’t wait for them.” Delilah said.

“Tm okay,” Mirabella replied, shaking her head. She poured herself a glass of warm water and leaned lazily against the wall Her gaze drifted back to Shawn as he finished his conversation and walked back inside.

“Another real estate hound?” Delilah eyed her husband as he approached.

Shawn gave a helpless shrug. “Yeah, I’ve turned them down multiple times, but they still persist.”

Delilah’s mouth twitched in bemusement. “Could they be a little off? Why did they have to buy our house?”

“It’s beyond me. They’re willing to pay double. Wouldn’t it be smarter to buy a new development?” Shawn shook his head, clearly not short of money to need such a deal

“Shawn, be careful next time. Don’t let them in again. We don’t want to get scammed,” Delilah

warned with a furrowed brow and serious tone.

“Yeah, I got it.” Shawn waved dismissively.

Mirabella remained quietly to the side, listening without chiming in.