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

Taking a deep breath, Summer’s mood lifted like the break of dawn, the sullen shadows on her face retreating. She screenshotted her competition results with a decisive click and crafted a tweet she promptly sent to the Twitterverse.

After posting, she stashed her phone in a desk drawer and mulled things over for a few seconds. before turning to Madeline, who was engrossed in her own phone.

Though it was just a minor competition, Summer had no desire to endure the smugness of certain people any longer.

Mirabella once again scored a perfect score and clinched first place in the competition. To most students, this was no longer surprising: after all, she was in a league of her own, a legend among mere mortals who could do little more than look up to her with a mix of awe and envy.

As the last class of the afternoon ended, Mirabella planned to join Jenna and visit Jake at the hospital to check on his condition. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Stepping out of the classroom, Mirabella looked up and spotted a familiar silhouette leaning nonchalantly against the railing. It was a clear–cut profile she recognized. Flashing through her memory, she recalled the boy who had bizarrely thrown down the gauntlet in the restroom after the city–level competition.

“That’s Vincent from the Prodigy Class,” Jenna whispered from beside her. Instinct told her that Vincent, the former top dog of their grade, now hanging outside the honors classroom, was most likely here for ‘Queen Mira.”

When kings clash, sparks fly. Jenna’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. Mirabella arched an eyebrow and glanced at Jenna. “So your doom and gloom prediction actually came true?”

Caught off–guard and feeling blamed, Jenna could only gasp in surprise. She had only casually mentioned that someone might see Mirabella as a rival!

Mirabella casually adjusted her backpack strap and coolly looked away, continuing forward as if completely unaware of the impending confrontation.

Jenna gave a silent thumbs–up from behind. That was ‘Queen Mira,‘ unshakeable even in the face of a formidable foe. She was treating him like he was thin air.

As Mirabella approached, the previously languid Vincent moved, stepping into the center of the hallway and effectively blocking her path.

The eighteen–year–old boy had the arrogance of youth, especially as one of the school’s prodigies, his pride almost palpable.

Mirabella stopped in her tracks, crossed her arms, and slowly lifted her head to meet Vincent’s gaze, not a hint of disturbance in her expression.

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The rest of the class trickled out, and upon seeing the standoff between the two top performers. of the grade, they all paused.

“OMG, is this going to turn into a fight?”

“It sure looks like it. Ever since Mirabella transferred into Parkside High School, she’s been taking all the top spots that used to belong to our genius.”

“If I were him. I’d hold a grudge against anyone who stole my thunder and plot my revenge.”

“With both of their auras so charged, I can’t help but get excited. I wonder who would win.”

“Idiot, when gods wage war, it’s the mortals who suffer. Better stand back.”

And so, the onlookers discreetly stepped back, including Jenna, who, like a mouse, inched towards a safer spot, afraid of collateral damage.

For a moment, an eerie silence hung in the air.

The students, eager for a spectacle, dared not even breathe too loudly as they awaited the showdown between the two titans.