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

Anthony’s eyes widened with disbelief as Morgan’s words sunk In. “Morgan, seriously? You think Mirabella’s grades suck just because you saw her dozing off during the exam?”

He’d never thought Morgan could be so… stupid.

Morgan stood by his opinion, unfazed. “Come on, you saw the test. It was brutal. Even Vincent, the top student every year, didn’t finish that quickly. And you think a girl who transferred from a small town can outdo Vincent?” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Anthony rubbed his temples, feeling Morgan’s stubbornness was reaching new levels of absurdity.

Mirabella, who had been quietly standing by, never uttering a word in her own defense, suddenly looked up. Her delicate features showed no sign of the distress one might expect. Instead, she said in a matter–of–fact tone. “The preliminary results should be out by now, right?”

At her words, Anthony glanced at his watch. It was precisely ten o’clock. Without another word, he sidestepped the group and headed to the desk. Firing up the computer, he quickly logged Into the “BrainSpark Nationals” results portal and navigated to the Parkside High School section.

Out of sixty–eight students from Parkside who took the prelims, only twenty–three passed. And there at the top of the board, to everyone’s shock, was Mirabella’s name.

Anthony stared at the screen, his eyes not even blinking. Morgan and the Vice Principal, growing impatient with his silence, moved closer to the computer. The sight of the rankings and the scores made them freeze.

Morgan, regaining his composure with a grim look, snatched the mouse from Anthony, muttering, “No way. How could she score higher than Vincent. She wasn’t even trying…”

But no matter how many times Morgan refreshed the page, the name at the top, with a perfect score of 150, remained

Mirabella.

Morgan’s hand shook, and the mouse clattered onto the desk.

The Vice Principal, whose face was as gloomy as Morgan’s, gave Mirabella a complex look. The Vice Principal had assumed she was a favor admitted by the principal and had been certain her grades were subpar. He was eager to see her embarrass the head of the school in the competition.

Annette, Mirabella’s homeroom teacher, noticed the strange expressions all around and hurried over. the score displayed on the computer, she was dumbstruck.

A perfect score?! She hadn’t misread, had she?

Wasn’t Mirabella supposed to be struggling? This score was anything but struggling.

When she saw

Annette knew the test’s difficulty level was higher than the end–of–semester exams, mixing both humanities and sciences. A perfect score meant this student excelled in both areas. Mirabella was in the humanities class, but she had aced the science questions too.

Annette was astounded. There had been well–rounded students before, but none quite as exceptional as Mirabella.

“Morgan, got anything else to say now?” Anthony snapped back to reality, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Upon hearing Anthony’s words, Morgan suddenly remembered the first day of school when Anthony had initially intended to place Mirabella into his Prodigy Class.