All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAXWELL'S POV I couldn't sleep that night.Hannah's words replayed in my head. I could feel her pain and hurt, something I had never imagined that I could.Initially, I didn't care if she was hurt, or killed, or even kidnapped. My parents were the ones who made it seem like I cared about her.But now… I didn't want to see her in such pain again. Her tears made my chest tight, and the lifeless look in her eyes haunted me.I gave up trying to sleep around 5:30 am, and walked downstairs to make coffee. My phone rang loudly in my pockets, causing the silence to shatter.I sighed and stared at the ID. “What's up?” “You're still making it to my house today, right?” Keiran said over the phone.I frowned. “Why would you ask me that?”I said, listening intently for any breaks in transmission. Keiran was never one to make mistakes in his schedule.“I just wanted to be sure, man. Look, drop by the office. I don't think my house is safe.”That explains it.“Whose tail did you bite this time?

ISABELLA'S POV Maxwell left the house in a hurry, and I couldn't have been more grateful. The tension between us during breakfast was reaching its elastic limit, and even though I was eager to see what would happen when it snapped, I wasn't ready to get disappointed yet again.Maxwell wasn't someone I trusted with my emotions.I called Julia the second I got to my room.“Isabella! It's been a while. How are you holding up? Excited for the fashion weekend next week?” Questions upon questions rolled in as soon as she picked up. It was as if she had been waiting for my call.“Calm down J, not so many questions at once. Aren't you supposed to be working your shift now? Sorry if I disturbed.” I had completely forgotten. Today was Friday.“Don't you dare apologize. You can call me anytime, anyday. Besides, we all miss you here. Plus there's this new girl that took your spot. She's a pick me girl, and she doesn't even do her job right. Imagine throwing herself at the customers like it's bas

MAXWELL'S POV I stared at the man sitting in front of me. Long brown hair, bright brown eyes, and a tremendous amount of facial hair. He was clad in a neatly tailored suit set, one size too big, and a pair of nice loafers. He had been avoiding my gaze since he stepped into the office, trying to make sense of his environment.For someone who had spent $300 million on real estate, this was not how I pictured “Greg” to be. If that was even his real name. I got tired of the singular staring contest, and took out files of his transaction on my desk. I shoved them in front of him.“Mr Greg, am I right? You have been one very interesting client.” I gave him a cold glare, smirking in satisfaction as he flinched.“So tell me, what brings you to my office? So important that you had to cause a scene?” My words were like a double edged sword, waiting for the right time to strike. He had caused one hell of a scene, shouting frantically and trying so hard to get into the building like I was with h

ISABELLA'S POV The sentence was subtle, yet piercing. “You need to get to a hospital.” I muttered, trying to stay calm. I was already having a panic attack. My palms were jittery as hell, and I could feel my heart rate moving erratically.“So do you.” He glanced over at me, and held my chin with his free hand. I realized I had been biting my lip the whole time, and it was starting to bleed. “Where did you go?” He asked, the sentence low and aggressive. “Why didn't you let David drive you? You realize if you were with him, this wouldn't have happened.”Another wave of guilt gnawed at me. He was right, but I just couldn't risk it. So, I told him what my conscience told me.“I wanted to go swimming. Alone.” I said quietly watching his reaction. His brows rose up slightly, and he turned to look at me. He paused for a moment, and my heart pulsed with trepidation.“And so? He could've stood guard outside the facility or whatever. It's fine.” He exhaled, “Don't ever leave the house alone a

ISABELLA'S POV Maxwell stared at me, as if I had committed a dangerous offense. The room suddenly got colder, and all I wanted to do was run as far away from here as possible.“Fine then. You can sleep in your room.” His voice came out cold and detached. He turned towards the half eaten platter of food, running his hands through the bag. I never saw Maxwell eat fast food, so seeing him eat it now was just…odd.“Unless you wanna sleep in, shut my damn door.” He growled, not taking his eyes off the table. I stuttered slightly, caught myself, and palmed my face.I ran out of his room, with my heart pounding erratically in my chest.That was…anticlimactic. I sighed in relief, and began the slow walk towards my room. I'll try to use photographic memory so I don't get lost again.“Ah ha! Got it.” I exclaimed in relief when I found my room.I ran in, leaning against the door and sinking to my knees. The familiar solitude was welcoming, and I couldn't have asked for anything more. Maxwell ca