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

The barrage of messages and missed calls were all from the two overgrown brothers. They were currently making their way through the airport.

Mirabella replied with a quick voice message before striding confidently toward the exit, her suitcase trailing behind her. In no time, she breezed through the checkpoint and immediately spotted Zach’s familiar figure. She quickened her pace, heading straight for him.

“Zach.”

Without a word, Zach took over the suitcase and the large shopping bag from her grasp, his concern evident in his voice. “You must be tired, huh?”

“Not too bad.” Mirabella arched an eyebrow before scanning around the area. “Where’s Leo? Wasn’t he supposed to come with you?”

Zach’s face darkened at the mention of Leo, and he replied, irritation lacing his tone. “That .doofus is in the car waiting for you.”

A twitch of amusement played on Mirabella’s lips she had a hunch Leo had managed to get on Zach’s nerves again.

“I told him to wait at home, but he insisted on coming. Honestly, with his national boyfriend looks, what good could possibly come from him showing up here?”

Zach practically growled the words, his mind replaying the near–crushing encounter with Leo’s fans, a surge of irritation tempting him to throw a punch or two.

National boyfriend looks… Mirabella covertly glanced at her brother Zach, finding the description annoyingly accurate.

Clearing her throat, Mirabella tried to soothe the tension. “Ease up, Zach. Leo can’t help it if he’s got a fanbase. It’s understandable they’d recognize him.”

That, however, didn’t do much to lift Zach’s spirits. Ever since Leo moved back home, Zach felt like he was becoming increasingly invisible.

A few minutes later, they reached the parking lot. As they approached the car, Zach spotted Leo already opening the car door, seemingly ready to hop out. His glare was sharp and warning. “Have your fans left, huh?”

Hearing this, Leo instantly withdrew his foot, and as he leaned forward to speak, a suitcase was shoved in, forcing him to scoot over.

“The trunk’s packed, Leo. Squeeze in a little, will ya?” Zach dumped the suitcase and shopping bag onto the back seat with an emotionless face before slamming the car door shut.

Leo was left in a state of bewilderment.

“Mira, you take the front seat.” Zach spoke as he gallantly opened the passenger door for

Mirabella.

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Mirabella quietly took her seat in the passenger side, but not before catching a glimpse of Leo’s baffled expression in the rearview mirror, shaking her head in resignation. Poor Leo was always the one

getting picked on.

By the time they got home, it was already half–past ten. Their folks had been waiting in the living room, each holding a confetti popper. As soon as Mirabella stepped through the door. they simultaneously triggered the poppers. Instantly, ribbons and a shower of colorful confetti rained down on her head.

“Congratulations to our scholarly superstar for clinching first place in the finals!”

“Let’s hear it for the champ.”

The couple beamed with pride, taking turns to embrace their daughter.

Caught off–guard by her parents‘ exuberant welcome, Mirabella stood rooted to the spot, two strands of confetti dangling before her eyes. She glanced sideways at the gleeful grins plastered on their faces – if they were happy, then so be it. Her lips curled up, almost without her consent.

Once in the living room, Mirabella began distributing the gifts she had bought at the airport, one for each family member.

“Why does Zach get a fancy pen, and I get this?” Leo’s voice, filled with mock indignation, drifted from across the room.