All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hannah's POV "This marriage has to work," I muttered to myself before leaning back as I thought of something, anything that was going to make Maxwell notice me. We had been married for a whole month and he hadn't even touched me or looked my way for that matter.All he did was find fault in everything I did, looking for more reasons to yell at me and make me feel horrible. It wasn't my fault that his parents wanted him to get married to me and not that "princess of his". I couldn't even remember her name. I sighed and made my way upstairs.I walked down the hallway heading to our bedroom with his breakfast in my hands. As much as he hated it I was his wife and I had duties to perform but he kept ignoring me over and over again and kept treating me like I was a piece of trash or something."Good morning," I greeted as I walked in with the tray of food in my hands. I had made him black coffee, some toasts and scrambled eggs. I heard they were his favourite. He was sitting on the bed wi

Hannah's POVI was still thinking when I accidentally hit someone. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry." I had knocked down her file and paperwork scattered all over the floor. My groceries too. I bent down and started picking them up."It's fine, it's fine." I looked up at her and for the fraction of a second my heart went into my throat. The expression on my face was a mixture of fear, surprise and disbelief. She stared at me the same way because....well, we looked so identical. We looked like twins but identical to the decimal. Same bright blue eyes, same nose, shape of lips, skin tone, we were even the same height! "Holy cow..." I muttered underneath my breath. The only difference between both of us was she had dark hair and I was blonde. Otherwise, no one could tell the difference."Wow... Excuse me what's your name?" She asked, putting herself together. I was still startled but I answered. "I'm Hannah Jones." I winced inwardly. Yes, I'm still married to him. "And you are?" I honestly g

"TELL. ME. WHERE. THEY. ARE!" Blood splattered on the ground with every hit I had landed. I had beat this guy pretty bad, but he still wasn't giving in. I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer."I ain't telling you shit!" He yelled as he made a sign with his middle finger. I was in no mood for insults. I took a screwdriver and jammed it into his left calf. He let out a cry."It's been three days. You have two left." I said calmly and walked out. He kept cursing.I had gotten far, far yet not far enough. I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. Twelve years of careful and meticulous planning, getting ready to strike and that little witch tries to ruin everything. I needed to get rid of her.I washed up, got into my car and drove out of the warehouse. I'll attend to my little friend later.🎵Dancing in the moonlightGazing at the stars so brightHolding you until the sunriseSleeping until the midnightGet up on the floor Dancing all night long....🎵I smiled as

Hannah's POVEarlier that day........."I need some money, Maxwell." I said to Maxwell before he left the house. Sure he was harsh to me, but he never left my needs unmet. He gave me a weird look, maybe because of the audacity."How much?" He asked. "$1000." He shot me a look. I got nervous. Why was he staring like that? It should be little compared to what he has."There's a chest in our bedroom, closest to the mirror. Take as much as you want. And don't bother me again." He said before slamming the door. I scurried upstairs, searching for the chest. I soon saw the chest and dashed towards it. "Wow ..." I said in shock as I stared at the multiple wads of cash laid neatly in the chest. Each wad was on $100 bills, summing up to be at least $10,000! I was ecstatic. This is more than enough. I stuffed a lot of it into my bag and quietly kept it on my dresser. Now, what to wear. I rummaged through my closet and decided to put on black jeans with a bright orange top. It had floral desig

ISABELLA POV“Why did you change the color of your hair?” He narrowed his eyes on me.Huh?My brain clicked into place. Hannah had blonde hair. Mine was brown. How did no one notice that already?“I…I just felt like the other one was old. I wanted to spice things up a bit.” I said, avoiding his eyes.He eyes me up and down, doubt in his eyes.Please don't notice.Please don't notice.Please don't notice.“You've gotten a bit thin. You should eat more, help those small boobs.” I stared at him in shock. “The hair suits you, by the way.” What sort of human was this? I bowed, and he left the room. My phone buzzed almost immediately.I picked it up, my hands trembling. That man's aura was terrifying. “Hannah?”“Are you in yet? What's going on?” She asked. She sounded like she was on the road.“Yes, I'm in. Your house is very beautiful.”, I spoke barely above a whisper, in case anyone was listening.“Well, it's yours now. I forgot something though. Your hair. Has anyone noticed?”“Yes. Ma