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

Zach slightly twisted his neck, tipped his head back, and then rose from the couch, hips swaying to a rhythm only he could hear…

Just then, Delilah and Shawn, fresh from the kitchen, were met with the sight of their son gyrating like he was having a fit. “Zach, what on earth are you doing?” Delilah asked, utterly bewildered.

Wasn’t Zach always the epitome of decorum? What possessed him to indulge in such unseemly antics? It was utterly eye–watering!

Zach spun around, oblivious to his parents‘ expressions, his hips still swiveling as he spoke with a hint of excitement. “Mirabella gave me this bottle of pills, and man, the moment I took one, I felt like a million bucks! It’s like magic!”

Delilah’s mouth twitched. “Could you please maintain some decorum?” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Flailing about like that… is just not dignified,” Shawn added with a hint of distaste.

Delilah approached and spotted a porcelain bottle on the coffee table, similar in shape to the one her daughter had given her, though a different color – presumably indicating a different effect.

“Your sister’s remedies are quite miraculous indeed. My migraine of over a decade has been nearly cured,” Delilah remarked with a sense of wonder. She’d previously never paid much attention to her daughter’s medication. However, after taking it herself, she felt as if she had been hit with a stark reality check.

“Really? How come I’ve never heard you mention it?” Zach hadn’t even spoken when Shawn chimed in with a puzzled question. All he knew was that the fragrance pills from his daughter were incredibly effective.

Delilah settled back into the soft embrace of the sofa. “Well, I was waiting to see if the effects would last before I told you.”

Narrowing his eyes, Shawn quietly asked, “Is it really that miraculous?” He remembered his daughter had also given him a bottle… albeit with a somewhat ego–bruising name. Still, if it worked, he wasn’t opposed to giving it a try.

“Have you heard me complain about migraines lately?” Delilah huffed.

“I suppose not,” Shawn admitted, shaking his head.

“There you go!” Delilah said, spreading her hands before her gaze returned to Zach. “What’s bothering you, young man? You’re too young for this sort of discomfort.”

Zach felt something off about his mother’s comment but couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he simply replied, “Occupational hazard.”

Delilah just nodded, her concern fading. As long as it didn’t interfere with his dating life.

“Mira, where did you get these pills?” Zach felt more animated than ever and couldn’t help being curious.

Mirabella’s eyes dropped slightly, but she maintained her composure. “I know a friend who’s into medicine.”

“I see,” Zach mused for a few seconds, deciding not to pry further. “This stuff works fast. It doesn’t have any side effects, does it?”

Despite the skepticism, Mirabella seemed understanding and, after a thoughtful pause, explained with rare patience, “The essence of alternative medicine lies in its ability to strengthen without causing

harm. It fortifies the foundation of your body with minimal side effects. But, of course, there’s a kernel of truth in the saying that all medicine has its poison.”

Zach wasn’t an expert in these matters and couldn’t grasp the essence, but he did understand the bit about minimal side effects. Besides, his sister would never give him something harmful. “I guess I was a bit ignorant,” Zach admitted, scratching his head in mild embarrassment.

Mirabella arched an eyebrow. “It would be more concerning if you didn’t question it.”

Zach chuckled, feeling his sister was like a treasure trove of surprises.

Meanwhile, Shawn, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, suddenly found his gaze drawn to a cabinet

nearby.