Kidnapped By Mistake
A case of mistaken identity. A twisted plan. An unexpected love.
Isabella Delgado lives a quiet life as a regular office worker in Manila—routine days, instant coffee, and a heart still nursing quiet dreams. But everything changes when she’s suddenly kidnapped off the street by strangers who mistake her for someone else.
Her captor? Lance Alonzo, a cold, calculated billionaire with a broken heart and a twisted agenda: to make Sofia Marie Cruz, his ex-girlfriend who betrayed him, fall in love with him again—only to break her heart the way she broke his.
But there’s a problem.
Isabella isn’t Sofia.
She only looks exactly like her.
When Lance discovers the mistake, it’s already too late. Isabella knows too much, and letting her go could destroy his reputation. So he keeps her locked in his private estate—just until he figures out what to do.
But as days pass and secrets unravel, Lance finds himself drawn to the very woman he never meant to meet.
And Isabella? She may be trapped—but her spirit refuses to be broken. Not by a man with a plan. Not by a heart with unfinished business.
What started as a revenge scheme becomes a dangerous game of deception, desire, and redemption.
Because sometimes, fate doesn’t make mistakes.
People do.
อ่าน
Chapter: Chapter 22 **Isabella’s POV** **Monday.** Fresh start daw. Pero bakit parang may sumpa ang elevator to the 26th floor? Parang pag-akyat ko, kasama ko rin yung kaba, sama ng loob, at ‘yung mga tanong na ayaw kong tanungin. I was back at work. Fully. Physically, at least. Naglagay ako ng light makeup at sinuklay nang maayos ang buhok ko. I'm wearing a turtle neck knitted top and black pants today. Then came a message from Ms. Therese: > “10AM meeting at the boardroom, Isabella. Bring printed copies of the new hiring funnel. You’re joining us.” Great. CEO-level meeting. With him. So I prepped everything, triple-checked the layout, and took the elevator. My hands were sweating. Heart stiff. Mind racing with reminders like *act normal, don’t stutter, don’t choke.* --- Pagpasok ko sa boardroom, andun na si Ms. Therese at si Lance. Naka-roll up ang sleeves niya, same intimidating presence, same unreadable face. He didn’t look at me directly. Just a short nod. Business. Cold. Calculated. I
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Chapter: Chapter 21 **Isabella’s POV** Pagmulat ko, agad akong napabalikwas. "Shit! Late na ako!" Napatingin ako sa wall clock—8:03 AM. I grabbed my bag, hinagilap ang phone, and dashed barefoot to the door. Hindi ko na ininda na naka-oversized polo lang ako na obviously hindi akin. Basta makaalis lang ako bago ako ma-late. Naka-leave pa naman si Ms. Therese, baka si Sir Wayde pa ang makakita. Pero pagbukas ko ng pinto— “Where do you think you’re going?” That voice. That same deep, calm, annoyingly composed voice. I froze. Si Lance. Or Wayde. Whatever. Nakatayo sa may kitchen island, naka-black shirt at joggers, may hawak na tasa ng kape. Ang casual niya—pero intimidating pa rin, like he owned the air in the room. “I’m late!” I panicked, still clutching my bag like it could save me from humiliation. “May reports pa akong kailangang i-submit! Hindi ako pwedeng—” “Isabella,” putol niya, expression still unreadable. “It’s Saturday.” Nanigas ako. “Anong…” Then it hit me. **Satur
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Chapter: Chapter 20**Isabella’s POV** Pagpasok ko sa guest room, tahimik. Ang lamig. Parang walang may-ari ang kwarto, pero everything was in place—folded towels, a neatly made bed, even a pair of indoor slippers by the nightstand. Mukhang bihirang gamitin. O baka naman talaga niyang inihanda 'to para sa bisitang ayaw niyang nandito. I lay down but sleep didn’t come easy. --- 2:46 a.m. I woke up shivering. Ubo. Sakit ng ulo. Parang sinasaksak ng kutsara yung lalamunan ko. My throat burned, and my skin felt clammy. Takte, mas lumala ata. I sat up, legs shaky as I stumbled out of the room. Naglalakad ako pa-kitchen, hoping to find water. Or silence. Or clarity. Instead, I found him. Still awake. Still in the same clothes, now wearing thin reading glasses, typing something on his laptop at the kitchen counter. He didn’t look surprised. “Why are you up?” he asked, not even looking away from his screen. “Thirsty,” I croaked. He stood immediately and reached for the filtered pitcher in the frid
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Chapter: Chapter 19 **Isabella’s POV** I should’ve gone home early. I should’ve listened to my body. But no. I showed up again the next day, throat dry, eyes heavy, every muscle in my back screaming *rest*, *stop*, *please*. But I didn’t. Because I needed this job? Or maybe because I refused to let him think I was weak. So I pushed. And I fell. Not dramatically—just slowly. Like a flickering light that finally gave up. --- It was around 8:40 p.m. I stayed late to organize new-hire files. The floor was nearly empty. My head was pounding, and I was using the edge of my desk just to keep myself upright. I stood to grab a folder—next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I didn’t even realize I’d collapsed until I felt the rough carpet under my cheek. “Shit,” I whispered. My vision swam. I didn’t know how much time passed. Just the quiet hum of the lights above. And then— Footsteps. Again. Then his voice. Firm. Sharp. Not panicked—just **immediately in control**. “Isabella.” I d
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Chapter: Chapter 18**Isabella’s POV** This week? Chaos. The kind that creeps into your bones and makes your throat feel scratchy even before you admit something’s wrong. Four days straight of late nights. Tight deadlines. Reports for executives I never met. I barely had time to blink, let alone rest. My shoulders hurt. My head ached. My appetite vanished. And yet—I showed up. I don't remember being this workaholic. Maybe I just want to seize every chance that I can get to see him. Damn self. --- By Thursday, I felt it in full: the feverish warmth under my skin, the dull pounding in the back of my head, the aching limbs. But I still went to work. Wrapped myself in layers. Drank salabat I couldn’t afford. Popped paracetamol and hoped for the best. “Girl, mukha kang hindi okay,” bulong ni Sarah habang nagpa-print ako ng onboarding checklist. “Okay lang. Pagod lang ‘to,” I muttered, kahit ako mismo hindi naniniwala. --- That night, almost 9:30 na, I was still finishing a final report f
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Chapter: Chapter 17 **Isabella’s POV** The next day, I kept my head down. I didn’t tell anyone what happened in that office. I filed the signed onboarding kit. I answered emails. I triple-checked my spelling. I ate my soggy chicken sandwich in silence. But no matter how much I buried myself in checklists and spreadsheets, I couldn’t forget how he said my name. How his voice dropped low—measured, commanding—like I was still a variable in his carefully calculated empire. Act like it, he had said. And ***I did.*** I clocked in on time. I avoided the executive floor like it was cursed. I stopped flinching at the elevator ding. But one thing still gnawed at me. ***Why did he care if I ate spoiled food?*** --- A few days later, as I was sorting applicant files, Therese walked by my desk. “Isabella, do you have a minute?” she asked casually. “Yes po.” She gestured toward the hallway. “Let’s go upstairs. Mr. Alonzo wants to review some of the new process flows with HR. Sama ka na, since ikaw ang gu
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