All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELLA'S POVI entered Maxwell's home office. It was Sparsely furnished, save for two office chairs, a desk, and lounge chair towards the right of the room. He was deeply immersed in his work, and I cleared my throat to indicate my presence.He peered up at me, and ran his eyes over my body. I looked down.Only then did I realize what I was wearing. A short that stopped midway through my thighs, and a tank top. I was revealing a lot of unwanted skin.“Don't you get tired?” He snarled.I shot my head up, confusion splayed on my face. “Huh?” I blurted.He sighed, and got off his laptop. I stood transfixed in my position, still staring at him. He didn't have a shirt on. My eyes dipped low, to his chest, abdomen, and..‘Avert your gaze young woman.’ My conscience pricked at me. I was trying to think of a counter when Maxwell grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.I flinched at the sudden movement, instinctively taking a step back. But I couldn't move.“I won't fall for you Hanna

ISABELLA'S POV Mom was stable. The doctors said her condition had drastically improved within the last four days, and they didn't know why. Part of me believed she could see and hear everything that was happening around me, and wanted to return as soon as possible so she could help me through it. Or at least be there for me.My eyes brimmed with unshed tears as I stared at her unconscious form laying on the hospital bed. It was silent in the ward. The periodic beeping of the heart monitor was the only disturbance.“Mom, I miss you. A lot has happened. A lot I want to tell you. Please, stay strong for me. You'll be fine, I promise.” I sniffed, wiping off my tears.I glanced at my wrist watch. 2:50pm. I better get going. Giving my mom one more kiss on her forehead, I left the silent ward.I stopped at the finance unit and made a deposit for the first phase of mom's treatment. The nurse there stared at me like I was a ghost. I knew her, but not on a personal level. I was always here to

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 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

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