The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 283

Mirabella was a classic underachiever, the kind of student who seemed destined to flunk out, yet now she'd pulled a complete 180 and was topping the class. She was once the soft-spoken kid in school, a magnet for bullies, but now she commanded respect and admiration from everyone... Her life's trajectory was a far cry from the path she had tread in his previous life.

Could it be that Mirabella had been reborn, too?

This thought had crossed Summer's mind more than once, but every time she faced Mirabella's cool, detached demeanor, she felt like Mirabella was clueless about everything. This made Summer dismiss the idea.

Yet, everything about Mirabella had changed since she returned to the Davis family from the countryside. In her past life, she would have never set foot in Parkside High School, let alone compete in the BrainSpark Nationals or snag a scholarship spot at Prestige College. Now, not only was she attending Parkside High School, but she was excelling in an eerie, abnormal way that made it hard not to suspect something was up.

If Summer could be reborn, then it was possible for Mirabella as well.

Summer ran her hands through her hair, feeling a surge of resentment. It seemed so unfair – Mirabella was given a second chance at life. Why did she have to be reborn after returning to the Gilbert family?

The Gilberts were no match for the Davises. If only Summer hadn't returned to the Gilbert family and Mirabella had remained their daughter, things might have been better.

Summer closed her eyes, forcing herself not to dwell on what couldn't be changed. With the memories of her past life, she was determined to carve her own path out of adversity. As for Mirabella, Summer could only hope that her suspicions were unfounded.

Tonight was bound to be sleepless.

Emmitt was restless, too, standing on his balcony. His gaze was drifting into the darkness of the neighborhood, as bleak as the depths of his own thoughts.

The next morning, Mirabella got up and went through her morning routine before heading downstairs.

In the living room, her eyes fell on a trophy in the glass cabinet and the certificates jarringly adorning the wall, disrupting the home's aesthetic.

Her father was engrossed in the morning paper and noticed her gaze on the trophy. Recalling the envious comments praising his parenting skills on social media from the night before, pride beamed across his face. Suddenly remembering something, he said, "Mira, your mother and I discussed it last night and decided to throw a celebration party for you. You should invite your classmates and friends."

He was eager to showcase his daughter's achievements to the world.