MAXWELL'S POV Hannah stood in front of me, trembling. I don't even know why I cared. Actually I did, she was my wife.'My?'. The possessive adjective was very clear. I had thrown out the tape earlier, but each time I thought of it, my blood boiled. I thought Maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have given half a shit if it was someone I didn't know, but I knew Damien. I knew him. And I knew his stupid shady ways. He had successfully climbed the ladder of finance, but almost everyone in the line knew it wasn't clean money. I couldn't tell what sort of history he had with Hannah, but whatever it was, he would use it against me if he had the chance. He was bad news, bad news I didn't want anywhere near my life.I doubt he even knew she was my wife.“Well?” I asked after she had watched the tape. I had seen the blood drain from her face, and it only added to my anger. Damien must have known her pretty well to buy her a $5000 dollar dress.It wasn't even the dress that mattered. It was the fact
ISABELLA'S POV So he actually did it. That son of a …..I took a deep breath. Relax Isa… You're doing this for mom, remember? Relax… you can get through this without having a total emotional breakdown. Come on.He fired Holly. The only person who actually treated me like a human. He took her away from me and acted like it was nothing. I plopped down on my bed and let my tears out. I had been holding back in front of him, because I didn't want him to see me as weak. I didn't want him to trample upon my sorrow again. I dozed off into a deep, deep sleep, trying to forget about this cruel and cursed world. The sound of my stomach crying for food woke me up with a start. I brushed my hair out of my face and stretched, trying to recall what happened before I slept. I glanced outside the window. It was drizzling slightly, and the rain had soaked my sketchbook along with the other materials on the desk. No more sitting close to the windows again I guess.I groaned and laid back down on the
ISABELLA'S POV I exhaled, dropping the call and pulling my food out of the microwave. I hadn't heard from Hannah in weeks, and she just called to schedule a meeting. How nice. I contemplated whether to eat here or join Maxwell on the dining table.The latter decision won.I walked slowly into the room, to find that the bowl of noodles I kept for Maxwell was already half empty. He had noodle sauce all over his lips, and his eyes were wide with satisfaction. Something fluttered against my heart. The corners of my lips crept up, but I realized myself almost immediately and smashed them straight down again. It's either he was too hungry, or my cooking was splendid. When it came to Maxwell, I didn't know what to choose.I sat quietly in front of him and began slurping my noodles. I made it in soup form so it was easier. Maxwell took occasional glances at me, before refocusing on his laptop.“Is there a problem?” I asked when I couldn't take the stares anymore. It was bad enough that I dec
MAXWELL'S POV I couldn't sleep that night.Hannah's words replayed in my head. I could feel her pain and hurt, something I had never imagined that I could.Initially, I didn't care if she was hurt, or killed, or even kidnapped. My parents were the ones who made it seem like I cared about her.But now… I didn't want to see her in such pain again. Her tears made my chest tight, and the lifeless look in her eyes haunted me.I gave up trying to sleep around 5:30 am, and walked downstairs to make coffee. My phone rang loudly in my pockets, causing the silence to shatter.I sighed and stared at the ID. “What's up?” “You're still making it to my house today, right?” Keiran said over the phone.I frowned. “Why would you ask me that?”I said, listening intently for any breaks in transmission. Keiran was never one to make mistakes in his schedule.“I just wanted to be sure, man. Look, drop by the office. I don't think my house is safe.”That explains it.“Whose tail did you bite this time?
UNKNOWN’S POV.Next time I'll go on a heist like this, I'll carry more than one gun.I had successfully entered the mansion. I was one step close to having a conversation with the “wife”, when I was intercepted out of nowhere by a 5 '4 " thick fisted woman with a shovel.I was knocked out cold, because I didn't take into account that this house had quite a lot of servants.Now, I lay motionless on the floor, unable to move or even understand the environment around me.Maybe that's because I was trapped in the gardener's shed, by the real gardener. Who knew women could be so tough?Crazy plot twist too, she was fucking pretty.I'd been here for the past…I don't know, maybe three weeks, and it was suffocating. My phone kept buzzing on the table where she left it, and I knew it was the idiot who sent me here. I'd deal with that fucker of a boss later. The beautiful gardener was a handful, but she was oddly quiet. She only came three times a week, and each time, she made me feel even wo
ISABELLA'S POV Maxwell left the house in a hurry, and I couldn't have been more grateful. The tension between us during breakfast was reaching its elastic limit, and even though I was eager to see what would happen when it snapped, I wasn't ready to get disappointed yet again.Maxwell wasn't someone I trusted with my emotions.I called Julia the second I got to my room.“Isabella! It's been a while. How are you holding up? Excited for the fashion weekend next week?” Questions upon questions rolled in as soon as she picked up. It was as if she had been waiting for my call.“Calm down J, not so many questions at once. Aren't you supposed to be working your shift now? Sorry if I disturbed.” I had completely forgotten. Today was Friday.“Don't you dare apologize. You can call me anytime, anyday. Besides, we all miss you here. Plus there's this new girl that took your spot. She's a pick me girl, and she doesn't even do her job right. Imagine throwing herself at the customers like it's bas
ISABELLA'S POV Of all the people I expected to replace me as the waitress, I never thought it would be Dahlia.She stood high and mighty, swaying her waist and acting like she was the one running things. She still had that look of hatred on her face, and I couldn't be more annoyed. What was she even doing here? Her brother and parents had enough money to keep her spoiled for the rest of her life. Why was she working here?“Dahlia. What a pleasant surprise.” I crossed my arms. I was more than ready for her nonsense today. “Oh please. Why are you here?” She spat, maintaining a fighting poise.I laughed. “As you can see, I'm the customer here. And you're supposed to be the waitress. So please, get to your job, unless you don't want to keep it.” My voice was filled with mockery.She fumed in anger, but didn't respond. She walked off, trying to ignore me as much as she could. I walked to meet Julia, who was smiling at me like I had won a trophy. “Go girl! That was amazing! I told you sh
MAXWELL'S POV I stared at the man sitting in front of me. Long brown hair, bright brown eyes, and a tremendous amount of facial hair. He was clad in a neatly tailored suit set, one size too big, and a pair of nice loafers. He had been avoiding my gaze since he stepped into the office, trying to make sense of his environment.For someone who had spent $300 million on real estate, this was not how I pictured “Greg” to be. If that was even his real name. I got tired of the singular staring contest, and took out files of his transaction on my desk. I shoved them in front of him.“Mr Greg, am I right? You have been one very interesting client.” I gave him a cold glare, smirking in satisfaction as he flinched.“So tell me, what brings you to my office? So important that you had to cause a scene?” My words were like a double edged sword, waiting for the right time to strike. He had caused one hell of a scene, shouting frantically and trying so hard to get into the building like I was with h
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