ISABELLA.“Yes, I'm Maxwell's wife.” I said again, raising my chin up slightly.James eyed me up and down, before drifting into his thoughts and widening his eyes in surprise. “Your Hannah?”“Yep, that's me right there.” I pointed my fingers towards myself, laughing nervously again.“How? You know now that I think about it, you two do have a striking resemblance.”“How would you know that? Have you met Hannah before?” I asked. He sounded a tad too specific, but James was already thorough. So thorough sometimes it scared me.“Yes, once I went to their mansion. She has a tiny mole on top of her lip that apparently, no one noticed. You don't have that mole.” He said resolutely, as if he'd just finished pitching a business proposal.My blood ran cold. What are the odds that James would have been here? Extremely possible.“Damn.”“So tell me, Hannah. Why are you trying to be someone you're not?” We had walked all the way to a very secluded part of the house. He stood over me, folding his
MAXWELL'S POVI woke up with a pounding headache and a heavy sense of confusion. The early morning sunlight seeped into the room through the curtains, casting a faint yellow glow. I glanced at the time. 6:36am. Fair enough.I ran my hands through my hair, and rolled over, feeling the cold emptiness beside me. Events of last night played out in my head.I touched Hannah last night, and I didn't understand why. She responded as I'd have wanted, but pulled away at the last minute.I was left alone with a very painful hard on. But that wasn't what bothered me. The usual Hannah would be ecstatic that I even kissed her. But last night, she acted like I was a total stranger. The look of disgust on her face as she pulled away haunted me, and I couldn't get the image out of my head.It wasn't her, I reminded myself. She was just a replacement. At that moment, I had let myself forget this key detail. I allowed myself to believe, even for a fleeting second, that she was my wife. Something I had
ISABELLA'S POV “Holly?” I called softly as soon as Maxwell went upstairs.His presence was always gloomy. I was annoyed at the fact that everyone had run away after he just had to disrupt the flow. I mean this movie was just amazing.Now everyone else would have to miss it.“Keep your greetings to yourself.” His words rang continuously in my head. There's no way this was the same man who tried to have sex with me last night. It simply wasn't possible.Unless it was. He was Maxwell Jones after all. Most things he did nowadays didn't boggle me anymore. All I could think of was how I could use this “marriage” to my advantage.I loved his kiss though. His lips were soft and lush, and reminded me of mangoes. Probably his lip balm. The way his hands fit perfectly with my body sent shivers coursing through my veins. His deep voice in my ears….Get a hold of yourself Isa.I took continuous breaths, trying to get rid of the thoughts in my head.“Yes dear?” Holly replied from the kitchen, jolt
ISABELLA'S POV This had to be some sort of cruel fate. Why the hell was Dahlia everywhere I went? Was she stalking me?She was capable, I'm just saying. “Hannah dear, aren't you coming? I've got good ideas for evening gowns. But since you're going for a wedding, we should find something a lot more classy, don't you think?” Holly said, gazing dreamily at the variety of designs. Bloomingdale's had a very expensive design, and it made me feel somewhat inferior. The floors were polished marble, with ornate chandeliers casting a golden glow on the beautiful and exquisitely made dresses. Everyone else here seemed to blend in with the classiness, and I just stuck out like a sore thumb.The store was created for the rich.I exhaled. “Of course Holly. Let's choose.”I tried my best to avoid Dahlia, turning towards another aisle when I saw her coming, ducking my head whenever she glanced in my direction, and even bumping into other clients in my bid to escape. Within minutes, everyone felt m
ISABELLA'S POV Initially, when I left the house, I never had a problem with bumping into people I knew. It was a normal sort of thing for me. But now, I had a higher status, and I couldn't afford to slip up or accidentally reveal my identity.Dahlia had already made a mess of my hair and skin, but luckily for her, my clothes were still intact.Now, I had to focus on disaster number two. Damien."Isabella?" The man’s voice was a mix of surprise and concern. I was seated on the ground, it was fairly understandable.I glanced up, startled. "Damien? What are you doing here?" This was disaster number two.Damien was my ex boyfriend, before I got married to Jacob. We had been together for three years prior, and I decided to leave him because he wasn't financially and mentally stable. He looked a lot better than he did five years ago, with a neatly tailored suit, fancy jewelry, and sparkling white teeth. He looked….rich."I was in the neighborhood. I saw you arguing with someone inside.
Author's POV.I don't normally do this, but I decided to try it out for a change. Enjoy! Wink, wink.The sun struggled to break through the dark clouds that had been gathering since dawn. Isabella woke up to the sound of heavy raindrops pounding against her window. She sighed, knowing it was going to be a long day.In the kitchen, Holly was already bustling about, preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of pancakes and bacon.Isabella wandered into the kitchen, ecstatic and still in her pajamas. She found Holly flipping pancakes, humming her usual tune. "Morning, Holly. How are you?” she asked, stifling a yawn.“Morning Hannah. I've been better. I'm still a little sore. I don't think I've had to walk around so much. I needed the exercise.” She laughed heartily.“That's actually great to hear.” Isabella smiled mischievously. “At least now, you'll be more active at home.”“Oh dear me.” “I'm kidding.” Isabella giggled. “So, anythi
MAXWELL'S POV I had to have been hypnotized.That's the only way to explain my behavior yesterday. I never liked camaraderie. I hate it with so much passion it makes me sick to my stomach.So what the hell was that?Maybe it was the fact that I was stuck with them in the house for the entirety of the time, and had no choice. No, I had a choice. I had many of them. Or maybe it was the subtle yet warm threat Holly had given me when I left them and went upstairs. Threat? No one threatens Maxwell Jones.Which pulled my mind back to the idiot who called me earlier. I mean, who the fuck was that? The voice over the phone was heavily distorted, and every tech guy I knew told me that the call couldn't be traced.They had their tracks covered. And well.“Come downstairs, or you'll have to answer to your mother.” Holly said, crossing her arms and peering at me with her old lady eyes. I had left her and Hannah in the living room, because I simply couldn't stand it. Why should I be forced?Women
ISABELLA'S POV Last night seemed…good.Not too good, as in I was really happy with it, more like I was content. I half expected him to behave the way he did when he left the living room initially, but when Holly pulled him back down, I was surprised.Maxwell didn't seem like the kind of guy who could be controlled, contained. I saw him as this reserved, cold and indifferent person, who didn't care properly about people's feelings. He preferred to do things his own way, and when they don't go like that, he makes people suffer. Which was exactly what he was doing to me.I was even more surprised when he tried guessing my mime movements during charades. I had gotten so excited. He had made his best effort at drawing a cat, and it was adorable. It felt like I was 10 again, and hope was my watchword. Maybe Maxwell could finally change for the better. He was human, at least.I couldn't sleep throughout the night, so I decided to go watch a horror movie instead. They always had a way of put
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
ISABELLA'S POV No no no no no.How was this happening?The world spun around me, and my breath caught in my throat as I stood frozen at the entrance. Maxwell sat there, his back straight, his face perfectly blank, but the tension that rippled off him was suffocating. He didn't have to say anything for me to know—he was disappointed. Shattered.How could he not be? He knew everything.My eyes flicked to Hannah. She sat smug, her lips curling into a triumphant, wicked smile. She told him. She told him everything. My heart dropped, like a stone plunging into icy waters. I had been cornered, trapped. But why? Why had she ruined the deal? My mother’s freedom was on the line—why would she do this?I felt sick. The weight of Maxwell’s disappointment pressed against my chest like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs. He must think I was a monster. A liar. A conniving, backstabbing traitor who had betrayed him, using his love to get what I wanted.“Maxwell...” I whispered, barely able t
ISABELLA'S POV The next morning, I woke up with a weight pressing down on my chest, heavier than the one I'd felt last night. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection as if I could find the answers hidden in the lines of my face. My mind was made up. I'd give Henry the documents. That way, my mother would finally be released from the bind Henry had on her. And then, afterward, I would tell Maxwell everything.Sounds good, right? I tried to convince myself as I brushed my hair, but the words echoed emptily inside my head. There was no good in any of this. Maxwell would find out, no matter what I did, and it would destroy him.I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. I couldn't afford to break down now. Not when I was so close to making sure my mom would be safe. After she was free, I could deal with the fallout. I could deal with Maxwell.I inhaled deeply, trying to steel myself for what lay ahead. A part of me was tempted to call him right now, to end it all be
ISABELLA.I leaned back against the chair, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. Each choice felt like a trap, pulling me deeper into a web of lies and manipulation that had no clear way out. I hated Henry for putting me in this position. I hated Maxwell for being so oblivious to what was happening around him. But most of all, I hated myself for letting it get this far. For not stopping it sooner.A part of me wondered if this was how it would always be—caught between two impossible choices, unable to do what was right because of the fear of losing everything. Maybe this was my punishment. Maybe this was what I deserved for being so blind for so long.I opened my eyes, staring at the phone again. If I called Maxwell now, it would all be over. The lies, the pretending. I could tell him everything, and he would take control. He was good at that—fixing things, handling problems. But what if I was the problem this time? What if my betra