ISABELLA'S POV I walked into the large mall, and everything seemed to hush for a moment. I hadn't been at a mall for years. I walked through the sliding glass doors, the chilled air from the air conditioning rushing at me, and sending shivers down my spine.The occasional chatter of people, alongside the clanking of pots and plates from the restaurant made me feel a familiar wave of nostalgia. I paused, taking a deep breath.The mall was still as I remembered, only minor changes here and there to the design and colors.I swept my vision over the space. Families, couples and groups of friends moved in their own accord, absorbed in their own worlds. I felt like a teenager again.I moved towards the food court, the familiar aroma wafting into my nose.“Ma'am, are you alright?” I heard a deep voice behind me. I whipped around and found the driver, watching me with an inscrutable expression.“Yes. I'm fine. Is there a problem with the car?” Why was he here?“Master says you shouldn't be
MAXWELL POVHolly had successfully pulled me downstairs, insisting that I had to try out her new dish.I walked lazily to the dining, and sat down, with my laptop. A few moments later, I spotted a shade of blonde out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up. Bright blue eyes stared back at me, and my heart skipped a beat. “Good evening, Maxwell.” She said. I didn't respond, but kept my gaze on her. To my surprise, she held it steady, with a similar fierceness.I looked away, and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. We sat in silence, waiting for Holly.I glanced up at her occasionally, my face hardened with annoyance. Why did she have to be so damn…“Why did you buy so many clothes? You have more than enough already.” The words left my lips before I could think. I couldn't understand why she started spending so much in such a short time.“I didn't buy clothes. I want to start a fashion line.” She replied, keeping her gaze on her phone.I snorted. “Fashion line? What do you re
ISABELLA'S POV “This is great news Bella. I'm so proud of you. So, when do I get to see your designs?” Julia said over the phone. She had asked me what I had in mind since I wasn't gonna work at the Cafe anymore, and I just said what came to mind.The truth.“In a few weeks. I'm still working on them. In the meantime, do you have any fashion brands I can work with?” I had tried searching online, but most brands only wanted people who were already famous in the industry, or sons and daughters of…well, people who were already made.I heard her exhale over the phone. “Bella, we're in Oklahoma. I don't really know anyone who can help. I think you should check it out in New York. There's a fashion brand that's accepting auditions next weekend.”My heart dropped.Next weekend was way too far.It was also when I had to leave for the “event” with Maxwell. This is just shitty.New favorite word, shitty.Yes, again.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked a whole lot different than I
ISABELLA'S POV If I could describe heaven on earth, it was probably what this place was.I stepped out of the car, my designer shoes sinking slightly into the gravel driveway. I helped Holly out from the other side, and stood straight to admire the structure in front of me. I had only ever heard about country houses. Never seen one before, and honestly, it was worth all the hype.It was a grand, imposing structure, that emitted such an aura by merely glancing at it. The exterior of the house was covered with white marbled stones, and they gleamed in the midday sun. I glanced at my watch. 12pm already? How long did we spend on the road? And how did I not realize?I examined the side of the house, still rooted in my position. Tall, narrow windows lined up against the sides, giving the house a somewhat somber appearance. Maxwell and his stupid taste.I looked around and gasped. The house was seated atop a hill, surrounded by gentle fields and a patch of dense forests. I breathed in t
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