The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 22

On Sunday, Mirabella's package arrived. It wasn't particularly large, yet it was surprisingly heavy. Shawn, who had mustered the strength of Hercules and enlisted his wife's help, finally managed to heave the box from the doorstep into the living room.

Delilah eyed her husband, puffing and panting, and teased, "Don't forget to take that supplement Mira sent you, hon."

Shawn's forehead was a symphony of throbbing veins. Exhausted, he had no desire to speak.

Mirabella descended the staircase just in time to witness the scene. She headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Honey, your package is here," Delilah called out to her.

With a nonchalant hum, Mirabella set down her glass and approached.

"What on earth did your friend send you? It's so heavy," Delilah said, her curiosity piqued.

Mirabella's eyes lowered slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, answering casually, "Oh, just a bunch of knick-knacks."

As she spoke, she bent down and effortlessly lifted the box, her slender frame seeming to harbor boundless strength.

"I'm heading upstairs," she declared, her voice betraying no sign of strain.

Beside her, Shawn, who had struggled so mightily, was flabbergasted. Was his daughter a strongwoman? The box must have weighed at least fifty pounds. How could she lift it with such ease?