ISABELLA'S POV I glanced at my reflection in the hallway mirror and buttoned up my coat. My fingers trembled slightly. It wasn't the alcohol that refused to leave my system, or Maxwell's constant teasing that reminded me of my misbehavior last night. There was a chill feeling deep inside of my bones that no amount of clothing could banish. I felt like it was because I was about to meet Hannah. Her visits never proved good.Why had I agreed to this again? The memory felt murky now, a blur of whispered promises and unspoken threats. The cold air hit my face, stinging my cheeks. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and walked to her car.The drive was a short one, but it felt like an eternity. Her mind raced, replaying all the things she’d learned in the past few days. Maxwell was not the man he pretended to be—she had always known that—but his secrets ran deeper than she’d ever imagined. And Hannah… well, Hannah was another story altogether. What kind of woman asks someone to i
HANNAH'S POV I watched Isabella walk away, a not so grateful smirk plastered on my face.I took a sip of my latte, warming up my fingers. The rain outside was relentless.My determination wasn't.Hannah Smith, how did it come to this?When a woman actually feels replaced, that's how the fuck it comes to this. Who did Isabella think she was?I fought back the urge to laugh. I spent three months….three months! Trying every trick known in the book to make Maxwell come around. And she does it so effortlessly.I may have not liked him, but he has always been mine.Mine.I exhaled silently as the memories of the past week flashed through my head…..“You are one insolent, and stupid girl! Maxwell is a billionaire!” My dad yelled, sitting in my face. I sat in the middle of the sitting room, surrounded by our elders. My mom had informed my dad of my return before he had a chance to come back home himself, and he thought…’oh, my daughter disobeyed. Let's call her relatives.’I hated them all,
HANNAH'S POV The night and morning after that, probably the most annoying. Henry sent three text messages, insisting I meet him on his terms. It was suffocating, like I had a choice, but I was not allowed to even think of the second option.Being blackmailed into doing something is probably one of the worst feelings ever.Still, I had to do it, so I dressed up that morning, and boarded a bus straight to the capital city. Mom and dad claimed to have given me time, but they barely spoke to me at home. I knew they were mad, but what could they do?Maxwell wasn't someone my dad could easily approach, and even if he could, I knew he didn't have the guts to spill anything.I sighed, tossing thoughts of my family to the back end of my mind and focusing on getting to Henry's office.**********The air was thick, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Or maybe it was my own perspective. I sat stiffly in the oversized leather chair, taking in the interior of the office. Mostly a
HANNAH'S POV Now, as I sat in the corner of the Cafe and watched Isabella walk away, a satisfied smile curled up on my lips.Finally, Isabella would be out of the picture. The plan had worked perfectly. As long as Isabella does her part properly, I would have Maxwell all to myself. I turned away from the window, thinking of everything that was to happen. All those months ago, I was so desperate, so naive. I begged for attention when I could literally get it anywhere and everywhere.I was a real sucker.I could practically see it, Maxwell, devastated by Isabella’s deceit and betrayal, turning to me for comfort. I would be there for him, every step of the way, until he finally realizes that I was the one who had always been meant for him.I needed to make sure Henry knew that the plan was moving forward.“Henry. It’s done. Isabella has just left here. I said over the phone.”Good.” He replied. I could almost hear the smile in his voice. “And you told her what she needed to do?”“Yes.”
HENRY'S POVI stared at the clock on my desk… tick-tick-clock. The interior of my office was dark, but not so much that I couldn't see. In the grand room, it was stuffy. I looked at the deep mahogany desk with its tidy piles of paper and had to remind myself that I was not the most powerful man in North America, at least, not yet.None of that mattered, however, tonight. Gazing out the large window, I saw the distant lights of a city flickering as memories from childhood — or so it seemed ages ago — washed over me.I could nearly hear my father's voice as it reverberated in the hallways of his mind, cruel and condescending."You're not made for this, Henry. You’re weak. Just like your mother." Those words had burned into my heart, boxing me in because this kind of hurt never really went away. When father said I was too old, too unwanted, needed no more, I was seven. A kid whose only sin was being born to a woman deemed unworthy by his father.I remembered those early days. The tiny,
ISABELLA'S POV Only when my eyes started to burn did I realize how much time I had spent staring at the wall. The house was so quiet that it gave the impression of something terrible – the silence before the storm. The thought of being inside an eye of a hurricane occurred to me, a few hours earlier, it all seemed so simple. I met with Hannah, I listened to her, and then I decided whether I cared to do anything else.And now, I was standing in this cold empty hall, everyone merely lost control. How did it happen? How I, Isabella find myself considering my own husband, well, not mine – Maxwell’s – the documents stealing game? To be honest, a little on the wild side. I was always good keeping to myself, not showing too much of myself except when needed.But this…this was a whole different thing.The way Hannah had said those words also chilled me—cold and practical. “You’re going to need those documents if you’re going to protect yourself, Isabella.” Protect myself from what? Maxwell?H
ISABELLA'S POV I stepped back, feeling great surprise on my facial expression. Of course, Holly was meant to believe I am Hannah. Oftentimes that aspect of the reality seemed intimidating to me. She was no more who I imagined her to be..sigh.“I am… getting through. It's fine. I'm just glad to see you.” I replied carefully, making sure that my voice was not cracking. “It has been a lot, you know?”Actually, it was much more than a lot. It was sleepless nights, endless kitchen trips, and the wedding that apparently turned out good, even though I would have absolutely loved it if she were with me.I made a mental note to confront Maxwell later.What was the whole “I fired her” charade then?Holly exhaled sadly and nodded her head. “I can only imagine. But listen, why don’t we go to the kitchen so you can tell me all the details. We haven’t had a decent chatter for ages.”I smile, the knots beneath my shoulders subsided a little. “I’d like that,” I noted, and we started walking towards
ARTHUR POVIt was late at night the next day, and I sat on the old wooden stool in the dimly lit shed. The smell of soil and damp leaves was heavy in the air. Korra was out getting food for the both of us.I pondered on the events of the previous night, waiting for her to come so we can plan our next move. The small space was cluttered with tools and pots, and the only light came from a single bulb on the ceiling. I had been waiting for a little over 20 minutes, my muscles taut as wires, when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up with Henry’s name, sending a cold tremble down my spine.Why was this fucker calling me now?I answered on the third ring, trying to mask the tension in my voice. “What?”Henry’s voice was clipped, his tone sharp and commanding. “Arthur, you’re done. Forget about the documents.”I blinked, momentarily stunned. “What do you mean, done? We haven’t—”“I said you’re done.” Henry interrupted, his tone giving no room for starting an argument. “I’ve got someone else on