All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISABELLA'S POV I didn't know how to play dress up. Never have, and probably never will.I was good at drafting dresses, skirts, shirts, basically anything wearable.I just didn't know how to wear them. Fashion was my passion, but I was good at styling others. Myself was a different ball game. I stared at the endless horde of dresses on my bed. I had taken each and every one out of my closet, hoping that I'd find the perfect one.It'd been two hours and still nothing. I couldn’t even find the red dress I bought specifically for this occasion. Talk about a good way to start a Saturday morning. Holly is so gonna kill me, wherever she is. Something told me I was gonna see her again. Maybe I could convince Maxwell to bring her back.Just maybe.My thoughts strayed to what happened this morning, and my cheeks flushed crimson immediately. Maxwell had refused to let me go, no matter how tiny my protests were. I was genuinely on the brink of losing my mind with where his hands were, when he g

ISABELLA'S POV If Maxwell was good at anything, it was messing miles with my feelings. Like it was a natural talent he had developed and used it at every slightest opportunity.I was all jitters when I walked into his room, only to find him not there. I could hear the faint running of water in the shower, and it sent chills down my spine. He was…in the bathroom..Before I could process my thoughts, he walked out, only in a towel. Water dripped down from his hair, and the droplets on his chest and torso made it almost impossible to look away. His gray eyes shone in the afternoon sun as he examined me. This man was beyond breathtaking. I swallowed, hard.“Go get dressed. We have a couple of hours.” He commanded softly. I basically ran out of the room, and took a moment to catch my breath. Why was I getting so worked up over him?I shook my head, regained my footing and walked towards my room. I had completely lost track of time.Will two hours be enough to get ready? I hadn't even fo

ISABELLA'S POV I lingered at the threshold of the grand ballroom, my hands anxiously worrying a fold in the silk fabric of my dress. Periodically, guests mingled and chatted below the glittering grandeur above. The senator's son's mother had given her handsome son away and now she was pulling certain guests up onto the stage to share in a special dance with them. My heart sank when my name was called with Maxwell. I kind of expected it, I am his wife, and he is one of the VIPs of the event.A wave of self-consciousness washed over me. It was an exclusive wedding and the elites of high society had turned up for it in droves. Maxwell grasped my arm in a hand whose tremble went unnoticed on his usually composed features. Guess I wasn't the only one who was rattled.“Relax,” Maxwell said, irritated. "We’ll get this over with.”As we stepped onto the stage, I tried my best to smile. Maxwell was not touted for his smooth charm or soothing demeanor, and I kinda doubted he ever danced in thi

MAXWELL'S POV My eyes followed Hannah's form as she dashed off. I flicked my gaze back to Kieran, who was standing with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit. The tension between us was thick, even if no one around us noticed.The steady thrum of music in the background filled the silence. I furrowed my brow slightly, shifting my focus towards him.“So,” Kieran began, his tone a little light. I glared at him. “That went well. Couldn’t keep her out there any longer, huh?”My smirk didn’t reach my eyes. “You think this is funny, Kieran?” My voice was low, controlled. “I don’t have time for jokes. You know that.”Kieran shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not laughing, am I? Just making an observation. That’s what I’m here for, right? Observing… and digging. It doesn't help that you stood me up the other time.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment, gauging my reaction.I clenched my jaw. “ You're still gonna get that match.” And I'll fucking break your teeth.

ARTHUR POVThings didn't go as we planned.We waited in the darkness of the garden, watching the taillights of Maxwell and Hannah’s car fade into the distance. Or as I'd like to call her, Isabella.I found it funny how that woman was able to fool Maxwell. Then again, he wasn't as observant as I thought.My muscles tensed, and adrenaline had begun to flow freely in my veins. Why was I feeling like this? I had done numerous heists before, so what the hell? It felt like everything hinged on this moment.A part of me also felt that tonight wasn't gonna go so well.“Let’s go.” Korra whispered, staring at the house with a weird expression.We moved quickly, slipping through the back door and into the kitchen. I must say, this is a very nice place. She led the way, moving like she basically owner the place. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a lot she probably knew, and wasn't saying.For the fact that she just decided to help me…No.That was something I'd deal with later.We reach