Novels by NightAngel

Epilogue The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I stood at the window, staring out at the city skyline. It had been weeks since the chaos with Hannah, but the memories still lingered, fresh as if they had just happened yesterday.Maxwell was still recovering from the shock of that night. He had been discharged from the hospital after a couple of days, but the emotional wounds cut deeper than the physical ones. We had been through so much, and now, as I turned and glanced at him resting on the couch, my heart ached for him—for us."Isabella," his voice broke through my thoughts.I walked over to him, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Yes?"He gave me a soft smile, but I could see the concern in his eyes. "You’ve been quiet all morning. What’s on your mind?"I hesitated, unsure of how to say what I needed to. We had been through so much already, and I didn't know how this news would affect him, especially after everything with Hannah.

HANNAH'S POV The sound of sirens filled the air, a cacophony of chaos that made my heart race. This was not how I envisioned this day going. I had finally outsmarted Isabella, and yet here I was, standing frozen in shock after pulling the trigger.“Maxwell, wake up!” Isabella’s frantic voice cut through my thoughts, and a wave of confusion crashed over me. I had shot him—this wasn’t supposed to happen. The plan was simple: frame Isabella, make Maxwell see her for the manipulative liar she was, and then take what was rightfully mine.But now, as I watched him on the floor, the realization struck me. I had just thrown my life away. Panic surged in me. What if he didn’t wake up? What if it was all over before it even began?“Why did you do this, Hannah?” I whispered to myself, my mind racing. I had been so consumed with jealousy and greed that I hadn’t thought of the consequences.And now, I was facing them head-on.As the sirens grew louder, I took a step back, still holding the gun as

ISABELLA'S POV Is this what heartbreak felt like?The familiar ache in my chest twisted tighter with every step I took toward the living room. It had been two months already, but I couldn't just sit and watch Maxwell succumb to the slow poison that was Hannah. She had told me about her plan long ago, and I played it off as a bluff. But it was obvious now that she wasn't bluffing.I could sense Hannah’s smug satisfaction radiating through the air, a feeling that churned my stomach. Now that I was finally confronting her, everything felt surreal.When I entered the room, I found Hannah lounging on the couch, a casual smile plastered across her face, as if she hadn’t just orchestrated a web of deceit that ensnared all of us. “Oh, look who decided to join us,” she said, feigning surprise. “Isn’t this cozy?”“Cut the act, Hannah. I know what you’re planning,” I said, my voice steady, even as my heart raced. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me falter.Her smile widened,

MAXWELL'S POV This was the difference between both women.Hannah was desperate, pathetic, and greedy, while Isabella—the name stung on my tongue—was the exact opposite.She was pure, kind-hearted, and fiery when needed. It was why I even loved her. How could she do this to me?The documents sat heavily in my lap, their contents a damning reminder of my father's corrupt dealings, the shady business transactions that could shatter the Jones Empire if anyone else got their hands on them. I could already envision the headlines: Jones Enterprise Falls from Grace. My reputation in the business world would be in tatters. I wouldn’t be ruined, per se, but it would be a blow I couldn’t afford.I sat with my arms crossed and my brows creased in thought. Something didn't feel right. My mind drifted back to the conversation I had with Hannah a few days earlier.“I can’t believe you let Isabella pretend to be you for so long,” I had said, disbelief painting my tone as Hannah laid out the truth. T

HANNAH'S POVIsabella was gone.Finally.I kept my face calm, neutral, as I watched her stumble out of the room, tears staining her cheeks, leaving Maxwell and me alone. But inside, I was gloating. She’d played her part beautifully, walked right into the trap I’d set. I almost wanted to thank her for making this so easy. Now, she was out of Maxwell’s life for good.For months, I had been watching, waiting for my chance to step back in, and now it had finally come. Maxwell had been so blind, so naive, thinking that someone like Isabella could ever be enough for him. Pretending to be me. How pathetic. She was a placeholder, nothing more. And now that her little charade was over, it was time for me to reclaim what was mine.I stood up slowly, glancing at Maxwell, who was still sitting, staring at the door where Isabella had disappeared. His face was expressionless, a mask of cold indifference. But I knew him better than that. He was hurting, shattered, betrayed. Good. Let him feel the pa

MAXWELL'S POV How was this happening?I sat there, watching her stumble through the door, her eyes widening with shock the second they landed on me. She froze, just like I knew she would. The sight of her standing there, guilt written all over her face, was a knife twisting in my chest. The woman I’d spent the last eight months with, the woman I thought I knew, had been lying to me all along. It was all a game—a lie.I shifted slightly in my chair, my gaze never leaving her. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She had played me for months, and now it was time for her to face the truth. Hannah sat beside me, her expression cold, detached—completely opposite from the woman who had come to me days ago and shattered my world.Hannah had told me everything.I remember the way my stomach had dropped when she first showed up, the way my heart had raced as she told me who Isabella really was. At first, I couldn’t believe it. There was no way. Isabella had been in my life for eight mont