All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ISABELLA'S POV I stood outside the mansion, as the security personnel pulled my luggage out of the house and into the car. I had packed quite a few things. 5 suitcases isn't a few, Isabella. My inner mind judged. But in my defense, I was going for a fashion event. I needed to be prepared. I was still reeling over the fact that Maxwell agreed, in his early morning groggy state that I could go for the event, but he was adamant about me going with enough bodyguards and taking his private jet.Yes, Maxwell had a private jet.To be honest, I hadn't expected such from him. But I was squealing with joy as I ran downstairs to tell Holly, and all she could say was, “Well, he's expecting his thank you gift when you return.” My cheeks reddened for a split second, until I remembered what I had seen in those pictures. I mean, who knows what they had done for two entire days?But then again, who did send me those pictures? What did the person want? And why did I feel so freaking uneasy about all

MAXWELL'S POVI stepped off the plane, the warmth of the afternoon air pressing against my skin, but it didn’t do much to shake the cold sense of unease growing inside me. Hannah was safe. That’s all that mattered. But the moment she was out of sight, my thoughts snapped back to reality, and I couldn’t push down the sinking feeling that was building up in my gut, traveling through my veins and smashing straight into my heart. Oh, I should have know that something was coming for me, something I should’ve seen sooner. How was I so fucking daft?I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the contacts before landing on Keiran’s name. He picked up after the first ring.“Maxwell. You disappeared for a few days. What the hell happened?” Keiran’s voice had that familiar bite of suspicion. He didn’t waste time on pleasantries, not when he was worried. First time he actually behaved like a normal person and went straight to the fucking point.I inhaled, keeping my tone steady. “Henry,” I star

ISABELLA'S POV I stood by the window of the airplane, peering out at the clouds. The plane was sleek, a beautiful marvel of engineering. This was my first time flying,(and in first class ) and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. I couldn't believe I was headed to a fashion event that could change everything for me. This event was meant to showcase new talent, and I had poured my heart and soul into my designs. I thought about the potential connections I could make, the doors that could open, and the chance to finally prove myself in the fashion industry.My dreams would finally come through.“Isabella, are you ready?” Julia's voice pulled me from my thoughts. She was practically bouncing in her seat, and her enthusiasm was infectious.“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied, trying to match her energy. But a nagging thought crept into my mind—Hannah. I hadn't told her I was leaving. She would definitely be mad if she found out I was gone without any notice. I resolved

MAXWELL'S POV The room felt colder as my father’s words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms tightly across my chest, trying to contain the anger bubbling inside me. “So, you let your own son grow up thinking he was worthless?” I shot back, my voice sharper than intended. “You put your own selfish desires above him?”My father’s eyes flashed with irritation. “It wasn’t that simple, Maxwell. I had my own life to protect. The Riccis are not just a family; they’re a powerful crime syndicate. I didn’t want to drag you or your mother into that world.”“And yet, here we are,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Henry’s coming for me, and you expect me to believe this is all behind us?”“Enough!” my mother suddenly interjected, her voice slicing through the tension. “You both need to calm down. This isn’t going to help anyone.”“Help?” I scoffed. “How can you help when you’re hiding the truth? You both are keeping secrets that c

ISABELLA'S POV I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. Damien was here. Of all the places, of all the events, it had to be tonight. My pulse quickened with dread. Why was he looking at me with that expression, the one I remembered too well—half smirk, half intensity—like he still had something to prove? What was I supposed to do? What if Maxwell recognized him? The thought chilled me to my core. My breath hitched, and my mind started to race with the worst possible scenarios. Maxwell wasn’t the most understanding man, and the way Damien used to make me feel was still too fresh, too raw. Before I could gather my thoughts, Damien sauntered over, his smile too charming for my liking. He looked exactly the same, except perhaps more polished in his tailored suit, his dark hair styled back in that effortless way that always infuriated me. He moved with the same confidence he always had, and I could feel Maxwell’s eyes somewhere in the room. I could feel the weight of this moment pressin