The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Mirabella let out a little hum and said, "Tell them they're not worth it." With that, she didn't wait for Conrad to respond-she just ended the call. They had used such underhanded tactics to push her and Delilah out and even threatened her with photos to kick her out of Riverdale. And now they expected her to help them? Fat chance.

Mirabella's lips curled slightly, and as she glanced up, she saw James returning with something in hand, and her expression softened a bit.

"That was quick, huh?" James handed her a latte he'd bought. His face was mostly hidden by a black mask, but his piercing eyes and sharp brows were visible, giving him an air of mystery.

"Yeah." Mirabella didn't go into details. She slipped her phone into her pocket and was about to poke a straw into the lid when James took over and did it for her.

"First latte of the winter," James commented casually.

Mirabella took a sip, raising an eyebrow, "Isn't it still autumn?"

James reached over, gently ruffling her hair, and adjusted her coat collar, "Guess you'll have to wait for next year then."

Mirabella nodded, the warmth of the latte melting away the chill. She stood up straight, "Let's hit the road."noveldrama

James nodded and unlocked the car. Just then, Mirabella's phone started ringing again from her pocket. Still holding her latte, she didn't bother to answer.

James looked at her closely. Although she seemed her usual self, there was something subtly different. He opened the passenger door and asked, "Not gonna answer that?"

Mirabella shrugged, "Nah, don't feel like it."

James nodded, "Alright, then we won't."

"Yep." Mirabella ducked into the car.

James shut her door and walked around to the driver's side. As he got in, he noticed Jules and Aaron wandering around the parking lot. He spared them only a quick glance before focusing back on the road.

The engine roared to life, and they soon drove out of the lot. Mirabella's phone

gave one last ring before going silent, as if it knew not to push its luck.

*

Jules turned and noticed Aaron seemed a bit off, staring off into the distance. Following his gaze, Jules asked, "What's got your attention, Aaron?"

Jules had seen Mirabella too but hadn't given her much thought; he was more interested in finding that famous healer.

Aaron snapped back to reality, his face a shade less pale. He shook his head, "No, nothing."

Could that girl be Miss Mira's daughter? What were the odds of running into her like this?

Assuming Aaron was eyeing the car Mirabella had gotten into, Jules asked, "Did you spot Miss Mira?"

Aaron looked puzzled, "Miss Mira?"

"You know, Delilah's daughter," Jules said with a bit of a smirk.

Aaron's earlier anxiety came rushing back, a slight tremble in his voice, "Really? Miss Mira's daughter?"

Jules didn't notice, just nodded, "Yeah."

"What was she doing at the hospital?" Aaron asked, swallowing nervously. He remembered the fierce look in the girl's eyes and with Donald laid up in the hospital... Could she be here for revenge?

"No clue," Jules replied casually. "Don't worry about her; she's not important."