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

Mirabella eyed the posers in front of her with a bored flick of her head. She suddenly stretched out her hand, using one finger beckoning Aiden with a curl. “You, come here.”

Aiden, who was called out, felt a chill. He remembered how his wrist was nearly dislocated last time at the clinic under her grip. Instinctively, he took a step back.

“Chicken” Mirabella spat out dryly.

Before Aiden could even grasp what was happening, Mirabella had already briskly walked over and grabbed his ear with a firm twist. “You picked such bad habits so young, huh? Skipping school ganging up on classmates, bullying the weak? Is this how the Gilbert family raises its kids?”

Mirabella’s grip was anything but gentle. Aiden felt like his ear was about to be torn off. His body shivered in pain, completely robbed of his earlier bravado. “Ouch, ouch, ouch, damn it, let go!” Aiden yelped.

His plea was useless and, in desperation, he barked at his friends. “Get this crazy chick off me. now!”

The other boys were stunned, snapping back to reality. They moved to pull Mirabella’s hand away but halted as they met her stone–cold, serious face, freezing in place with a sudden unwillingness to intervene.

Mirabella smirked, pulling Aiden closer by his ear, and then smacked the back of his head hard with her left hand. “Always acting tough, aren’t you?”

Aiden’s head buzzed, and he was stunned, Instinctively covering his head with his hands and not daring to fight back.

Mirabella’s lips curled into a sneer, “Since your parents didn’t teach you how to behave. I guess it falls to me today.” After saying that, she landed several more unforgiving slaps.

Aiden, never having been hit before, had his ear throbbing and head spinning. His usual cocky rich kid facade crumbled. “Stop, I’m sorry, okay? Isn’t that enough?”

Mirabella halted her assault, narrowing her eyes at him. “What did you do wrong?” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Aiden glanced at her warily, swallowing his pride, and mumbled, “I shouldn’t have come looking for trouble with you, nor should I have acted tough in front of you.”

If only he had known this timid mouse had turned so fierce, he would never have dared to bother her.

Mirabella let out a soft snort. Her gaze was filled with disdain. “It seems you’re not just a chicken, but also dumb.”

At her words, Aiden’s temper flared, and he tried to lift his head to retort, but, with his ear still in her grasp, he was forced to keep bent over, shouting, “I am not dumb!”

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“If you weren’t dumb, would you skip class with a bunch of losers to throw your weight around?”

“If you weren’t dumb, would you let yourself get hit without throwing a punch back?”

“If you weren’t dumb, could you do nothing besides bullying others like some spoiled brat?”

Aiden’s face turned beet red, but he found no words to counter.

“You should be glad you’re not my brother,” Mirabella scoffed, finally releasing his ear. If she had a brother like him, she’d have had him straightened out long ago.

Shaking her head, Mirabella pulled out a wet wipe from her bag and casually cleaned each of her fingers. Then she turned back to Aiden, who seemed punch–drunk. Her voice was icy, “Don’t let me see you again, because if I do, it’s going to be a hit every time.”

With that said, Mirabella walked away, leaving Aiden behind to nurse his wounds and his pride.