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

The car cruised smoothly down the road, and before long, Mirabella eased up on the gas as the blinking red dot on her smartphone came into view. Ahead was a sprawling, abandoned lot, enveloped in the night. The car's high beams cast an eerie glow on a rusty, battered iron gate with a sign hanging above it.

Her phone's GPS showed her target was just beyond that gate.

Mirabella stayed in the car, her gaze cool and composed. Then, without hesitation, she slammed the accelerator to the floor. With a thunderous crash, the car plowed through the run-down gate, sending it crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust that hung in the air, lit up by the headlights.

Atlas, sitting beside her, felt a wild thrill stir within him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in ages. They both had lived on the edge before, and even though they had left that life behind, the rogue spirit still simmered beneath the surface.

Mirabella's daring move struck a chord deep within him.

Absolutely fearless.

Atlas's eyes sparkled with newfound energy.

Inside the lot, dim lights flickered. The noise of the gate being smashed had already alerted those inside. A dozen figures clad in black emerged quickly, squinting against the dazzling headlights and shielding their eyes. After a moment, they adjusted and saw the two people in the car.

Mirabella sat poised, her gaze steady as she surveyed the scene. After a few beats, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out with a calm, deliberate air.

The night breeze tousled a few strands of her hair across her eyes, which she brushed aside with a gentle blow. Her stride was confident, legs straight as she walked forward, nonchalantly rolling up the sleeves of her trench coat to reveal her slim, pale wrists.

"Where is he?" Her voice was soft, devoid of menace, yet it carried clearly to the dozen or so men.noveldrama

The leader, standing at the front, squinted at Mirabella, surprise etched on his face. He didn't expect them to find this place so quickly.

He glanced over her shoulder, noticing just one man who seemed somewhat formidable behind her, and no one else.

Just the two of them?

"Got what you came for?" he asked, arms crossed, dismissively.

A faint metallic scent of blood hung in the air.

"No." Mirabella casually pinched her wrist, her knuckles stark and cool.

"You've got guts showing up empty-handed," the man sneered, eyeing Mirabella up and down. His lips curled into a smirk as he nodded slightly, ordering his men, "Bring her in."

It would be a waste not to seize someone who walked right into their hands. Especially someone with such striking looks.

The man clicked his tongue and turned to head inside.

Mirabella's lashes lifted slightly, spotting a broken stick on the ground. In a flash, she bent down, grabbed it, and brought it down hard on the back of the man's head. Her speed caught everyone off guard.

The man stumbled forward from the sharp pain, nearly hitting the ground. Regaining his balance, he turned, wiping the back of his head, his fingers coming away bloodied.

His expression darkened instantly. He snatched a steel pipe from a nearby thug and swung it at Mirabella. "You're really asking for it!"

Mirabella's lips curled into a steely smile. As the pipe swung towards her, she sidestepped and kicked the man's knee with force. The sickening crack of bone echoed, and she struck his head again with the stick.

He crumpled to the ground.

The others finally snapped to attention, gripping their weapons as they crowded around her.