All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ISABELLA'S POV My head pounded so hard, as if someone was beating a drum inside. I could still feel the alcohol in my system, and it took all my willpower not to throw up. I groaned, burying my face in the pillows. The light that threatened me through the cracks of the curtains we're not relentless. I sniffed the pillowcase, relishing it's softness. I froze, this didn't smell like my pillow…where is all the lavender?“Oh, God.” Realization smacked me in the face.Fragments of last night pieced themselves together in my brain, and I almost died from mortification.I had tried to seduce Maxwell.Something I could never think of even trying to do in my sober state.It didn't help that each thought sent splinters of pain through my brain. I couldn't remember the last time I was hungover. I could almost hear Maxwell’s deep voice, cutting through the haze of my half-dreams.As if on cue, the door swung open.I stilled my breath, not daring to turn around. I closed my eyes, trying to stay a

ISABELLA'S POV I glanced at my reflection in the hallway mirror and buttoned up my coat. My fingers trembled slightly. It wasn't the alcohol that refused to leave my system, or Maxwell's constant teasing that reminded me of my misbehavior last night. There was a chill feeling deep inside of my bones that no amount of clothing could banish. I felt like it was because I was about to meet Hannah. Her visits never proved good.Why had I agreed to this again? The memory felt murky now, a blur of whispered promises and unspoken threats. The cold air hit my face, stinging my cheeks. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and walked to her car.The drive was a short one, but it felt like an eternity. Her mind raced, replaying all the things she’d learned in the past few days. Maxwell was not the man he pretended to be—she had always known that—but his secrets ran deeper than she’d ever imagined. And Hannah… well, Hannah was another story altogether. What kind of woman asks someone to i

HANNAH'S POV The night and morning after that, probably the most annoying. Henry sent three text messages, insisting I meet him on his terms. It was suffocating, like I had a choice, but I was not allowed to even think of the second option.Being blackmailed into doing something is probably one of the worst feelings ever.Still, I had to do it, so I dressed up that morning, and boarded a bus straight to the capital city. Mom and dad claimed to have given me time, but they barely spoke to me at home. I knew they were mad, but what could they do?Maxwell wasn't someone my dad could easily approach, and even if he could, I knew he didn't have the guts to spill anything.I sighed, tossing thoughts of my family to the back end of my mind and focusing on getting to Henry's office.**********The air was thick, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Or maybe it was my own perspective. I sat stiffly in the oversized leather chair, taking in the interior of the office. Mostly a

HENRY'S POVI stared at the clock on my desk… tick-tick-clock. The interior of my office was dark, but not so much that I couldn't see. In the grand room, it was stuffy. I looked at the deep mahogany desk with its tidy piles of paper and had to remind myself that I was not the most powerful man in North America, at least, not yet.None of that mattered, however, tonight. Gazing out the large window, I saw the distant lights of a city flickering as memories from childhood — or so it seemed ages ago — washed over me.I could nearly hear my father's voice as it reverberated in the hallways of his mind, cruel and condescending."You're not made for this, Henry. You’re weak. Just like your mother." Those words had burned into my heart, boxing me in because this kind of hurt never really went away. When father said I was too old, too unwanted, needed no more, I was seven. A kid whose only sin was being born to a woman deemed unworthy by his father.I remembered those early days. The tiny,

ISABELLA'S POV I stepped back, feeling great surprise on my facial expression. Of course, Holly was meant to believe I am Hannah. Oftentimes that aspect of the reality seemed intimidating to me. She was no more who I imagined her to be..sigh.“I am… getting through. It's fine. I'm just glad to see you.” I replied carefully, making sure that my voice was not cracking. “It has been a lot, you know?”Actually, it was much more than a lot. It was sleepless nights, endless kitchen trips, and the wedding that apparently turned out good, even though I would have absolutely loved it if she were with me.I made a mental note to confront Maxwell later.What was the whole “I fired her” charade then?Holly exhaled sadly and nodded her head. “I can only imagine. But listen, why don’t we go to the kitchen so you can tell me all the details. We haven’t had a decent chatter for ages.”I smile, the knots beneath my shoulders subsided a little. “I’d like that,” I noted, and we started walking towards