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

Chapter 29

After breakfast, with a black credit card snug in her pocket, Mirabella followed Shawn down the stairs. As they rode the elevator, she casually dropped a question, “Dad, aren’t we supposed to be pretty broke?”

Shawn, caught off guard by his daughter’s question and unsure where she might have heard such a thing, sighed as memories of tough times surfaced. “We may not be rolling in dough, sweetheart, but don’t you worry, I won’t let you suffer,” he assured her.

Mirabella tilted her head slightly, skepticism written all over her face. She couldn’t reconcile the black card and the easy talk of spending with being poor. That look made Shawn feel oddly guilty, but luckily, the elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and he coughed to cover his discomfort as he quickly exited.

Mirabella’s lips curved into a half–smile, following him out with an amused glint in her eyes.

The Davis residence wasn’t far from Parkside High School just a twenty–minute drive, so Mirabella didn’t need to board.

school’s administration office to check in, but the scramble for parking spaces on the first day of school forced a change of plans. After Mirabella

towards the school gate at her own pace. Entry was by card swipe, and

notice from her backpack and handed it over.

expression changed. He called over a colleague before telling her, “You’ll need to wait here while I check this with the

getting into a high school always such

on, and the guard hadn’t returned. Mirabella massaged her temples, resisting the urge

your colleague for me?” she asked the other

and the guard nodded quickly, pulling out his phone to make a call, but there was no answer. After several attempts, he looked

watch before asking. “Is there