ARTHURInsane? It wasn't an uncommon word in my dictionary. I had been characterized with that concept since I was 12, when my classmates couldn't handle the fact that I believed in extreme torture as a form of punishment. It was part of me. Something I wouldn't change in a very, very long time.But for once in my life, I didn't feel like killing anyone.Korra, the hot gardener who apparently had an even darker agenda against Maxwell than I initially thought, made me rethink most of my life's decisions. I hated people. I loathed the thought of being around them. They were like viruses, slowly creeping into your life and upsetting the balance.The more reason I worked alone.But now….“Maxwell's schedule is pretty predictable. Every morning he leaves the house for work, and returns typically around 7pm.” Korra said, crossing her legs and dragging a cigarette. She knew her stuff. I glanced at the open paper she displayed in the middle of the shed.“And his wife?”So far, she was the o
MAXWELL'S POV Maybe, just maybe, I was too arrogant for my own good.I hated inferiority, no matter how it was portrayed. I mean, why must one person feel smaller than the other when both of you are human?The idea was absurd, and infuriated me to the point that I often acted out of context.“Sir…I..it wasn't intentional at all. He..he threatened me.” I stared at the half beaten man kneeling in the middle of my office. Gerome, one of my managers, apparently left a loophole in one of his attempts at mutiny. A few important files of the company went missing several weeks ago, but after a thorough search, they were found in one of the janitor's lockers. Turns out, they were stolen and photocopied by Gerome, and handed over to someone who he had refused to name for the last thirty minutes.He severely threatened his assistant, with warnings of returning him to his past life on the streets if he spoke a word about their escapade.The guy couldn't handle the blackmail anymore and reported
ISABELLA'S POV I didn't know how to play dress up. Never have, and probably never will.I was good at drafting dresses, skirts, shirts, basically anything wearable.I just didn't know how to wear them. Fashion was my passion, but I was good at styling others. Myself was a different ball game. I stared at the endless horde of dresses on my bed. I had taken each and every one out of my closet, hoping that I'd find the perfect one.It'd been two hours and still nothing. I couldn’t even find the red dress I bought specifically for this occasion. Talk about a good way to start a Saturday morning. Holly is so gonna kill me, wherever she is. Something told me I was gonna see her again. Maybe I could convince Maxwell to bring her back.Just maybe.My thoughts strayed to what happened this morning, and my cheeks flushed crimson immediately. Maxwell had refused to let me go, no matter how tiny my protests were. I was genuinely on the brink of losing my mind with where his hands were, when he g
MAXWELL'S POV I found a note behind the painting.‘Dear Max, it's your mother. You might find this note a little into the future, but when you do, I want you to know that your dad meant the best for you. We will be taking a trip to see your great grandma for a few days, so we won't be in contact throughout that period. Take good care of your wife.’You've got to be kidding me.I picked up my phone and called her immediately.“The number you have dialed is not reachable at the moment, please try again later.” The automated voice blared into my ears. I groaned, hanging up.Of all the times to visit great grandma, it was now. I stared at the last sentence. ‘Take good care of your wife.’ As if she could see me from the note.At least, I was trying.Speaking of which, I had to attend a wedding. I grabbed my coat and dashed out of the office. “Sir!” Janice called abruptly.“Send it to my email.” I replied, not paying her any attention.“Oh…okay.”I wasn't in the mood for any meetings and
ISABELLA'S POV If Maxwell was good at anything, it was messing miles with my feelings. Like it was a natural talent he had developed and used it at every slightest opportunity.I was all jitters when I walked into his room, only to find him not there. I could hear the faint running of water in the shower, and it sent chills down my spine. He was…in the bathroom..Before I could process my thoughts, he walked out, only in a towel. Water dripped down from his hair, and the droplets on his chest and torso made it almost impossible to look away. His gray eyes shone in the afternoon sun as he examined me. This man was beyond breathtaking. I swallowed, hard.“Go get dressed. We have a couple of hours.” He commanded softly. I basically ran out of the room, and took a moment to catch my breath. Why was I getting so worked up over him?I shook my head, regained my footing and walked towards my room. I had completely lost track of time.Will two hours be enough to get ready? I hadn't even fo
MAXWELL'S POV “We are so glad you could make it Maxwell. It's a shame I haven't seen your mom.” Mrs Bradford, the mother of the groom, welcomed me as soon as she saw me. Her son, Tristan, was one very peculiar young man. I myself was surprised when mom told me they were getting married. Tristan was quiet, but dangerous as hell. He behaved like a psychopath, only responding when it was necessary.His speech was short and concise, always straight to the point.It was one reason I liked him so much.But marriage?Tristan was never one to talk about marriage. This woman was probably forced on him, the same way my parents forced Hannah on me.“I'll extend your greetings to them Mrs Bradford.” I said, returning her handshake. “Such a fine young gentleman. I hear you're married. Is that correct?” She asked, a strange tone in her voice. I almost rolled my eyes.“Yes, I am. In fact, she is seated right over there.” I turned around, and pointed to where Hannah was seated. She was facing someo
ISABELLA'S POV I lingered at the threshold of the grand ballroom, my hands anxiously worrying a fold in the silk fabric of my dress. Periodically, guests mingled and chatted below the glittering grandeur above. The senator's son's mother had given her handsome son away and now she was pulling certain guests up onto the stage to share in a special dance with them. My heart sank when my name was called with Maxwell. I kind of expected it, I am his wife, and he is one of the VIPs of the event.A wave of self-consciousness washed over me. It was an exclusive wedding and the elites of high society had turned up for it in droves. Maxwell grasped my arm in a hand whose tremble went unnoticed on his usually composed features. Guess I wasn't the only one who was rattled.“Relax,” Maxwell said, irritated. "We’ll get this over with.”As we stepped onto the stage, I tried my best to smile. Maxwell was not touted for his smooth charm or soothing demeanor, and I kinda doubted he ever danced in thi
ISABELLA'S POV “Time to go, Keiran.” Maxwell said, obviously irritated.Keiran raised hand up in surrender, backing away with a strange grin.Hm.The music played on, and I forced a smile, lightly resting my hand on the table. My stomach had started churning minutes ago, but I kept brushing it off. I thought it was just nerves or maybe the champagne. The lights in the room seemed a bit too bright, and the air too thick, making it harder for me to focus.Maxwell must have noticed my discomfort , because he leaned in, his voice low as he spoke, “You’re quiet tonight. Everything okay?”I blinked, trying to steady my breathing. I couldn’t admit that I felt off. Not here, not now, and definitely not in front of him. “I’m fine,” I replied, trying my best to smile. But as the processions with the wedding continued, the sensation became harder to ignore. What did I eat? What was going on? My stomach twisted sharply, and I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself composed.I couldn’t shake it a
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