All Chapters of The Billionaire Doppelganger Wife's Secret : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ISABELLA'S POVThis was silly.I stood at the door of Maxwell's bedroom, pondering if I should knock and go in, or not. But the house was dark, and I couldn't sleep alone. The power was out for some reason.The last few nights have been sleepless, and I was tired.Hannah called me earlier today, and all I could do was sit blankly as she raged on over the phone.“Are you sure you want this? How do I know you've not fallen for him already? Why are you stalling Isa?” Her words rang through the phone and echoed in my ears.To be honest, I knew why I was stalling. Maxwell had changed. He wasn't the grumpy, rude and mannerless grouch I knew him to be. He was charming, sweet, thoughtful, and extremely handsome. The thought of his gray eyes landing on mine was enough to make me giddy with warmth and excitement, and no amount of threats would make me deny it.After he took me out that day, we had formed a steady night routine. He'd come home from work, take a shower, while me and Holly worked

ISABELLA'S POV I shivered at the intensity in his gaze. "No," I whispered breathlessly. "I can't."He smirked and slowly unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking softly. I watched, mesmerized, as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. My eyes widened as he revealed himself. He was indeed big - larger than I'd expected. A mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in my stomach.He must have sensed my hesitation. His expression softened and he cupped my cheek gently. "We'll go slow," he murmured. "I'll be careful."I nodded, relaxing slightly at his reassurance. He positioned himself between my legs, the heat of his body enveloping me. I gasped as I felt him press against my entrance. He paused, searching my eyes. "Still okay?"I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes," I breathed. "Please..."He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch. I inhaled sharply at the stretch, gripping his shoulders. He stilled, letting me adjust. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice strained. I rocked my

MAXWELL'S POV I stared at the brown envelope on my desk. It looked weird, different from the normal ones. Something in my gut twisted as I examined the sharp corners, carefully placed to avoid any creases. I stretched my hand to take it, but stopped halfway, my fingers hovering in the air.Usually, when I saw envelopes like this on my desk in the morning, I'd send them off to Jessica for filing and evaluation. But something about this envelope was just… off.It was as if whoever had delivered it knew it would stand out. There was an odd precision in how it had been left, perfectly centered on my desk. No name, no details, no signs of where it had come from. I stared at it for a minute longer, the silence of my office growing louder in my ears. I sighed, exhaled, and grabbed it without thinking. The weight felt wrong in my hands—heavier than usual. I noticed the back had a message scrawled in sharp, almost aggressive handwriting, *For the CEO.* That was interesting. I had two options

MAXWELL'S POV The soft music playing in the background of Sunset Bar had my mind rolling. The place was decent, although I couldn't remember much of how the interior was supposed to look like. The bartender was an overly suggestive female, and I had the task of ignoring her desperate advances.I glanced around. Patrons flowed in and out of the bar, each either carrying a woman, or a group of men looking like they wanted to put the perfect end to a long day. I looked at my watch. It's been two hours, and the supposed mystery person hasn't showed up. Initially I thought it was because he couldn't recognize me, but then, he sent me a letter. Of course he knew.I told Keiran about the whole ordeal, and his reply was, “You only live once.”Very encouraging. Regardless, he provided several walls of security around the bar, and activated the tracker on my phone in case something went wrong.I had my fair share of experiences when it came to meeting someone I didn't know.A hand rested fi

MAXWELL'S POV Insanity.That's what whatever this was, was. I had been trapped in a room, probably on the outskirts of town, in an abandoned building, for almost two days. My head was covered with a scarf, and I was tied to a chair with my hands held bound behind my back. I made a terrible mistake in the car that night, and when I realized the bastard in my car had placed chloroform on my nose, I had already inhaled a little too much of it.I woke up a few hours later to the sound of shuffling of feet, and before I could get a good visual on who it was, my face was covered. I couldn't reach my phone. I couldn't reach the gun in my back pocket. I couldn't reach the fucking itch on the back of my thigh.For two days.I yelled again. “Get me out of here! Who the fuck are you? This isn't funny!” But it was no use. I was panicking now, and I needed to get a hold of myself. My mind drifted to Hannah. She would have tried to reach me throughout yesterday, and even today. I had no way of rea