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

Leo watched as Zach prepped for what was clearly going to be a big deal. For some reason, a wave of sadness washed over him.

Zach was a lawyer with a ton of connections and a massive social circle. Like today's Twitter drama-he'd just jumped in, and with a snap of his fingers, he had the whole narrative under control.

And then there was Leo... His sister got dragged into this mess because he brought her on that TV show, and now she was getting roasted by internet trolls. Even when he tried to clear things up with a blog post, it only made things worse for both of them.

Compared to Zach's skills... man, Leo felt pretty useless.

He sat quietly for a while before asking, "Zach, is there anything I can do to help?"

Zach, still deep in thought about how to boost the Gilbert family's standing, barely registered the question. He waved his hand dismissively, "Nah, just keep doing your thing, being all carefree and happy."

Leo: "..."noveldrama

*

Upstairs, Mirabella walked into her room just as James hung up the phone.

She immediately called him back.

When the call connected, Mirabella pulled up a nearby chair and sat down. "You here to give me a pep talk too?"

On the other end, James raised an eyebrow, "You've seen what's going on online?"

“I skimmed through it,” Mirabella said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. "Seems like everyone's got an opinion about me this time around. They even hacked my Twitter account."

James was silent for a moment before replying, "As long as it's not getting to you, that's good."

Mirabella blinked, "Do I look like someone who can't take a bit of heat?"

James chuckled, his voice smooth, his hair tousled and shirt collar loose, giving off a casual charm. "Not at all.” He paused, then added, "The online mess might be tied to your foster parents."

"Yeah, I figured as much," Mirabella said coolly, her elegant face showing no hint of emotion.

It was late, so they didn't talk much longer. After a few more words, they hung up. The next day, when Mirabella walked into her classroom, she immediately felt her classmates' stares-different from usual, but not hostile.

It was study time, and just as she settled into her seat, a student in the front row turned around, eyes wide with excitement, "Queen Mira, are you really Juztin's sister?"

As the question hung in the air, everyone else turned to look at her, faces full of curiosity.

"Country Comfort" was the hottest live show at the moment, and about eighty percent of the class watched it. At least half were fans of Juztin and his sister. They had been trying to figure out the girl behind the mask for weeks, with no luck. And now, there she was, right in front of them—if it hadn't been for the online uproar, they might have graduated without finding out.

Surrounded by all those curious eyes, Mirabella took a moment before saying calmly, "If you guys want my brother's autograph, make a list, and I'll bring them to you."

Leo's music wasn't the mellow love tunes that were trending, but a unique blend of rock that was both uplifting and healing.

His fan base was mostly young people, especially students. He was seen as the purest, most genuine idol by his fans.

So, when Mirabella made her offer, the girls who had been bursting with questions suddenly squealed with excitement, "Oh my God, yes, please!"

"Me too! I want one!"

"And me..."