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

Aiden snapped back to reality. His gaze was fixed on Mirabella’s retreating figure. He stood. there, dumbstruck a tumult of resentment and anger churning within him.

He despised the fact that this once–timid girl he used to bully not only had the audacity to stand up to him but had actually hit him. What infuriated him more was her declaration that she was not his sister and didn’t want to see him again.

The more Aiden thought about it, the more he felt like a knot was tightening in his chest. “Who the hell wants to be your brother? Keep dreaming! You’re off your rocker!”

“Bro, you okay? That chick was nuts. We didn’t step in to help you because we were afraid she’d go even more ballistic on you if we did,” one of the boys said as they gathered around Aiden. Their faces were a mix of concern and embarrassment.

Aiden’s face was a mask of irritation as he regarded his usual gang of truants and troublemakers, who were better at bullying than anything else. Suddenly, the words spoken by Mirabella who had just scolded him for being foolish echoed in his ears.

A sudden wave of annoyance washed over him. Without a word, he turned on his heel and left.

The boys exchanged confused glances. Had Aiden really been knocked senseless by the confrontation? As if by unspoken consensus, they all turned to look at the grand and historic entrance of Parkside High School not too far away. They arrived at a collective understanding. Clearly, whatever Parkside High School was doing, it was working. Their students were a force to be reckoned with, and not to be messed with.

Just as Summer settled into the car, with her purse still in her hand, the driver’s surprised voice reached her. “Miss, isn’t that Mr. Aiden over there?”

At his words, Summer looked up and out the car window, spotting Aiden’s unmistakable face in the distance. What was that fool doing here?

Her attention was quickly drawn to the boys trailing behind him. Weren’t they the ones who had just been harassing Mirabella?

Narrowing her eyes, Summer noticed they were all wearing the same school uniform. Were they Aiden’s classmates? Had Aiden led his gang to trouble Mirabella?

After a moment’s thought, Summer instructed the driver, “Go and bring Aiden here.”

Shortly after, Aiden entered the car, with one hand over his ear, and his face in a storm of “You saw everything just now?”

of fury.

Summer raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer his question. Instead, she asked, “What brings you to Parkside High School?”

Scratching his head and turning his gaze out the window, Aiden retorted, “None of your

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Summer seemed unfazed by his attitude, and her tone was steady. “I’m your sister. If I don’t look out for you, who will?”

“Heh, what a joke.” Aiden scoffed. Then, turning back to face Summer with a frosty look, he warned. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about today, or you’ll regret it!”

Summer took a deep breath. “Aiden, you’re fifteen. Can you try to act a little more mature?” Besides, she didn’t even know he was involved in the incident with Mirabella until now, and frankly, she couldn’t care less.

“A guy who cheats in competitions talking to me about maturity is pretty funny. Don’t you think?” Aiden sneered, pausing before adding, “Oh right, I almost forgot. You’re on your way to get some answers from someone now, aren’t you?”

At his words, Summer’s expression chilled instantly, and her eyes lost any trace of warmth as she looked at him. “Aiden, you’re really not just ordinarily dense.”