All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ISABELLA'S POV I stood outside Maxwell's office, my fingers trembling over the handle. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I swore the thudding echoed down the hallway. Should I really go through with this? How did I end up here, standing at the threshold of betraying the man who trusted me—who, despite everything, had never treated me like the rest of them?I bit my lip. Shit. This isn't what I had planned. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.Two days ago, just when I had returned from New York, Hannah called. I’d barely stepped into my apartment when the phone rang, and her sharp voice pierced through the exhaustion that had settled over me like a heavy fog. “You need to get the documents now, Isabella,” she said, cutting straight to the point. There was no hesitation, no space to argue.I had sighed. “We said we’d wait. What happened?”“Henry’s losing his patience,” she replied, her tone urgent. “We thought we had time, but he’s forcing our hand. We’ve done all the legwork

MAXWELL'S POV The meeting dragged on, much longer than I had planned. I glanced around the table as the executives took turns presenting their reports. I nodded when necessary, trying to stay focused, but my mind kept wandering to other things. More important things.Isabella.I thought about her at home. Was she relaxing in the study, waiting for me? Or maybe she was working on one of her fashion projects. I imagined her looking through her sketchbooks, her eyes focused and serious. She had this way of concentrating that made me want to watch her for hours. I loved everything about her—her beauty, her sharp mind, the way she smiled when she caught me staring.“Mr. Jones?” A voice broke through my thoughts. It was Charles, one of my top executives. “We need your input on the new expansion plan.”I blinked, pulling myself back to the meeting. “Right. The expansion.” I glanced at the paper in front of me, flipping through the documents. “We’ll have to push the timeline back. We’re runn

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

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

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