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

Zach pushed the door open and stepped into his house.

Just a couple of days ago, he had changed the door's lock code to prevent Shawn from dropping off Buster, their overly enthusiastic bulldog. Looking back, that was a stroke of genius.

As he flicked on the living room lights, the bright illumination banished the shadows, revealing Buster's plump figure right at the entrance. Zach's relaxed demeanor instantly froze.

Holy cow, were his eyes deceiving him?

How on earth did the silly dog end up here???

Before he could even process the situation, Buster was already bounding towards him. In the past two days, the one thing the dog had mastered was jumping up to greet people and nibbling at pant legs as a sign of affection.

Zach's face went pale, his body tensed up against the door, daring not to move, trying his hardest not to kick the dog nibbling at his pants.

"Could you, maybe, not?" Zach was on the verge of tears, attempting to communicate with Buster.

Buster tilted his head, looking at Zach with those bright brown eyes. After a brief two-second pause of calm, he resumed his playful nuzzling and gentle biting at Zach's leg, seeing that he wasn't getting the pets he desired.

Zach gasped in shock: "!!!!"

Damn it, why did dogs have to be such terrifying creatures?

Thus, Zach spent the entire evening playing a game of tag with Buster, which left him utterly exhausted.

He couldn't for the life of him figure out how his dad managed to sneak the dog into his house, especially after changing the locks!

He thought about calling to ask, but the thought of the message his sister had sent him on Messenger earlier in the evening made him lose all courage to inquire further.

So, he swallowed all his questions.

At 3 a.m., Zach, looking at Buster finally settled on the carpet at the foot of his bed, lay back on his bed with a look of utter despair.

He absolutely did not want to continue living this way, but sending the dog back didn't seem like an option either. So, without care for the late hour, he grabbed his phone and dialed his assistant.

*

The next morning, the assistant was ringing the doorbell bright and early.

Zach, with bags under his eyes and his hair a complete mess-a far cry from his usual polished corporate image-opened the door for his assistant.

Seeing him in such a state, the assistant could hardly believe his eyes. "Boss, you look..."

Zach yawned, lethargically raising his hand to stop him, "Don't ask."

The assistant's mouth twitched in disbelief. When Zach had called him in the middle of the night, he'd thought there was some major crisis, not... a dog situation.

Zach grabbed a leash from a cabinet and handed it to his assistant, jerked his thumb towards his bedroom, and said, "The dog's in my room. Take him."

The assistant took the leash with a silent glance at Zach, then couldn't help but ask, "Exactly what kind of dog is it that's causing all this trouble?"

Zach ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his voice heavy, "A Husky!"

"Uh... Huskies are kind of big, sure, but they're not usually mean," the assistant said, puzzled.

Given the tone of Zach's call the night before, he'd half-expected a ferocious beast like a Pit Bull.noveldrama

"Just get it done," Zach said, pressing his temples as if each additional minute made it harder to breathe.

The assistant immediately shut up, turned, and headed towards the bedroom, turning the knob to step inside.

Upon opening the door and seeing Mira, the assistant paused in surprise once

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