Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 562

"Harriette..." Anastasia called out, stopping Harriette in her tracks.

Harriette turned around, meeting Anastasia's gaze. For a fleeting moment, she thought she caught a hint of mockery in Anastasia's gaze, but when she blinked, all she saw was the familiar timid, downtrodden expression she had come to expect.

"Must've been my imagination," she thought. After all, Anastasia had never been worth her attention.

"Is there anything else?" she asked with a note of arrogance as she raised her chin. It was as if she was addressing an insignificant insect.

Unfazed, Anastasia replied softly, "No. It's nothing."

Harriette frowned, irritation mounting as she studied Anastasia's face, finding only a meek submission that fueled her disdain. Had the hour not been late and Miles' room nearby, she would have loved to teach Anastasia a lesson right then and there.

With a derisive huff, she turned and left the room without bothering to close the door.

Anastasia listened as Harriette's footsteps faded into her own room down the hall. A cold, mirthless smile crept across Anastasia's face as she reached out to close her door.

"How long could an impostor maintain the facade of the Young family's esteemed daughter?" she wondered. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "The higher you climb, the harder you'll fall…"

Returning to her bed, Anastasia found sleep elusive. Troubling dreams plagued her throughout the night. She saw the real Harriette—sometimes cold and distant like in their childhood, sometimes apologetic, uttering a soft "I'm sorry".

However, the dream soon turned dark as the true Harriette transformed into the imposter, tearing off her disguise to reveal Kelly's menacing face.

"Anastasia, now that you know my secret, you must die!" Kelly hissed.

Gasping for air, Anastasia bolted upright, her skin slick with sweat and fear's icy grip constricting her throat. She fought to regain her composure, but panic clung to her like a shadow.

"No. This won't do…" she thought. She had initially planned to watch the chaos unfold from the sidelines, but things had changed.

Although she had already sent Jonathan the message revealing that Harriette was actually Kelly, she couldn't help but worry that Jonathan wouldn't believe her.

After all, the real Harriette, Jonathan, and Miles had shared a close bond, and if Miles was convinced that the impostor was truly Harriette, there was a chance that Jonathan might be swayed as well.

The realization made Anastasia even more restless. Sleep was impossible now, and she felt parched after all the tossing and turning. Grabbing her empty cup, she decided to go downstairs for some water.

The kitchen was dimly lit by the soft light of dawn creeping through the windows. She didn't bother turning on the lights as she quietly filled her cup, but as she lifted her gaze, a figure by the large window caught her attention.

Startled, Anastasia nearly gasped aloud but quickly regained her composure upon recognizing the familiar silhouette.

"Miles?" she called out hesitantly.

When she didn't receive any response, she approached the figure with her cup of water in hand. Miles stood there staring at the sky. Holding his own cup of water, he seemed lost in his thoughts.

"Should I tell Miles the truth about Harriette—that she's really Kelly?" The notion crossed Anastasia's mind briefly before she hastily dismissed it.

She couldn't do it for she was sure that Miles wouldn't believe her. If she revealed her suspicions, she would only risk alienating him further. But perhaps she could plant the seed of doubt subtly enough to pique his curiosity.

With furrowed brows, she took a sip of water, feeling her dry throat relax ever so slightly. She finally mustered the courage to speak.