The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

MAXWELL'S POV I wiped the sweat from my brow as I tightened my boxing gloves. The familiar scent of leather and sweat filled my nose, reminding me of every fight I’d ever had in this gym. Kieran’s place hadn’t changed much over the years…old posters of boxing legends hung on the walls, and the ring was still as worn as the first day we stepped into it. Today, it felt like stepping back in time.Kieran stood across from me, bouncing lightly on his toes. He had that familiar grin on his face, the one that said he was ready for a good fight. I knew that look well. He was always ready. Even though he acted like a pussy sometimes.“You ready for this, Max?” he called out, his eyes sharp and focused.I smirked, tapping my gloves together. “Always. Question is, are you?”He chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “You know it. Let’s see if you still got what it takes, old man.”“Old man, huh?” I shot back, stepping closer. “I’m only a year older than you.”2, but who's counting?“Yeah, but you act

ISABELLA'S POV The morning light streamed through the window, covering the room in a soft, golden glow. I stretched, enjoying the warmth on my face, and took a deep breath. Today felt like a good day. Holly and I were going to the art gallery, and I was looking forward to it. I hadn't been out much lately, even to visit my mom. I craved something exciting, and I needed a change of scenery, something to brighten my mood.I got up and walked over to the closet, thinking about what to wear. I wanted something light and cheerful, something that would match the day’s promise. I pulled out a floral dress, just as footsteps sounded outside my door. Before I could turn around, the door opened, and Maxwell walked in.He looked sharp as always, his suit perfectly tailored, his hair neatly styled. But his face was serious, his brows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. “Hannah,” he said, fixing his gray eyes on me, “are you sure you want to go out today?”I frowned, surprised by his tone. “Ye

MAXWELL'S POV The alarm clock buzzed like a drill in my ear. I groaned, slamming my hand down on it to silence the noise. Another day, another mountain of work to climb. I swung my legs out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced out the window. The sun was already up, casting a harsh light on the city below. I sighed.Hannah hadn't slept with me last night. She was angry, and so was I. It was part of why I didn't sleep well.I showered quickly, the cold water jolting me fully awake. I didn’t bother with breakfast — just grabbed a coffee from the machine on my way out the door. The drive to the office was uneventful, a blur of traffic and honking horns. By the time I parked my car and walked through the front doors of Blackwood Enterprises, I was already thinking about the stack of paperwork waiting on my desk.“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood,” Sarah, my assistant, greeted me as I stepped out of the elevator. She was efficient, sharp, always on top of things — just the way I

MAXWELL'S POV For a moment, I couldn’t think straight. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and my eyes followed Hannah and Holly as they stormed away, disappearing around the corner. My stomach dropped like a rock. She thought I was out with Clarissa. She thought I was with this snake in human form.“Damn it.” I muttered under my breath. I needed to clear this up, and fast.Clarissa was still clinging to me, her smile fading when she realized I was no longer playing along. With a frustrated grunt, I pushed her away, much rougher than necessary.“Get lost.” I snapped, my voice cold. “I’m done here.”Her expression turned into a pout, but she didn’t argue. With a huff, she turned on her heel and strutted away, her heels clacking on the pavement. The instant she was out of sight, I yanked out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly. I dialed Keiran’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Max! How’s the—”“Shut up, Keiran,” I cut him off, my voice harsh. “What the hell were you thinki

MAXWELL'S POV I hated the tension between us. It had been there long before the mess with Clarissa, but somehow this time it felt different. Hannah’s silence was colder than usual, more distant, and I knew I had to do something before the gap between us widened even further.Clarissa had been a mistake—well, not her, but the situation. I hadn’t expected Hannah to walk in and see us talking like that. But that look on her face… I’d never forget it. Hurt, confusion, and a wall slamming between us faster than I could explain.I should have said something sooner. I should have explained it right there and then. But things with Hannah were always complicated. She had this way of shutting me out before I even had the chance to make things right. So, I stayed silent, as I always did.But this time, silence wasn’t going to work.I needed to show her I understood her, more than she realized. That I wasn’t just going through the motions, that I saw her and her dreams—even if I rarely said it o