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

Owen gazed at Mirabella, and in a flash, he deciphered her silent message.

To the world, she was simply assuring him that his secrets were safe with her, but beneath the surface, she was unmistakably sending him a warning: don’t even think about digging into her past.

A flicker of intrigue passed through Owen’s eyes. Here was this seemingly average high school girl radiating an aura of strength that belied her ordinary appearance.

“It’s the quiet ones,” he mused, who often possess more talent and skill than those basking in the limelight.”

Mirabella’s cell phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out, saw it was a call from Zach, and with a swift flick of her finger, she dismissed the call. Looking up, she said, “The instructions for the meds are all on the sheet. I gotta Jet”

Owen stood up without trying to hold her back. “Sure thing,” he said, then turned to Johnny. “Johnny, would you mind escorting Ms. Mirabella out?“

Johnny, careful as ever, folded the prescription neatly and tucked it into his pocket before nodding, “Yeah, sure.”

Mirabella thought about declining the offer, but she remembered the tight security of the gated community and chose not to voice any objections.

Johnny walked Mirabella to the front gate and instructed the security to ensure she got home safely. Once her ride was out of sight, he made his way back to the villa.

Owen was back on the couch, lost in thought. Johnny approached, pouring him a glass of warm water, and ventured, “Sir, what’s on your mind?”

Owen took the glass, and after a brief silence, he spoke, “That girl, she’s an enigma.”

Johnny gave him a complex look, then pulled out the prescription from his pocket and handed it to him. ‘Is the mystery girl really what we should be focusing on right now?‘ he thought.

Owen glanced at the prescription and paused when his eyes landed on the consultation fee. For a long moment, he looked expressionless before his gaze returned to Johnny’s face. “Who switched my meds?”

Whoever did it is footing the bill!‘

Johnny, catching on instantly, quickly re–pocketed the paper, pretending as if the conversation never happened. “I’ll go get the meds,” he said, bolting out of the room.

In the car, Mirabella pulled out her phone, popped in her earbuds, and dialed Zach back.

The call barely connected before Zach’s voice came through, tinged with concern. “Mira, where the heck are you? Dad’s going ballistic, saying you’ve vanished off the face of the earth?”

The word “vanished” caught Mirabella off guard. Hadn’t she called Shawn earlier to say she’d be back late?

“I’m out, heading home now,” she replied, cool as a cucumber.

Zach, on the other side, let out a sigh of relief and casually mentioned, “Dad said you hopped in a car, and then poof, you were gone. Had me worried you’d run into trouble or something.”

Mirabella’s grip on her phone tightened slightly, puzzled. “What do you mean, ‘poof, gone?”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Realizing his slip, Zach quickly covered up, “It’s nothing.”

Her eyes narrowed. This was hardly sounding like ‘nothing.’

Clearing his throat, Zach didn’t give her a chance to probe further. “How about you send me your location? I’ll swing by, and we can head home together.”

Mirabella glanced out the window; the car was now cruising down the main city drag. After a moment’s consideration, she agreed, “Alright.”