“Leave my house now Isabella! If you don’t leave I might be forced to commit murder!” Maxwell shouted after discovering that he had married a replica of his wife for years unknowingly. Isabella was a replica of Hannah the wife of Maxwell, they exchanged positions putting Maxwell in the dark. All Isabella wanted was money for her mother’s treatment. And when she was approached with a mouth-watering offer by one of the most prestigious families in the city, it is hard to say no. What is the offer? Impersonating Maxwell’s wife – Hannah – for only five years. What Isabella did not expect was to fall in love with the arrogant and Enigmatic Maxwell and also to find herself tied in the web of lies and deceit started by his family. What will happen when Maxwell finds out that Isabella is not the woman he married but a look alike and a puppet planted in his life by his family? What happened to Hannah, his real wife?
View MoreISABELLA'S POV “Can we talk?”I swallowed, feeling a sudden rush of nerves. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to feel this… whatever it was. But I couldn’t exactly tell him to leave. Not when he looked at me like that.“What is it, Maxwell?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though I wasn’t sure I succeeded.He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. There was a hesitance in his movements, as if he was unsure of what to do next. That wasn’t like him. Maxwell was always so sure of himself, so confident. Seeing him like this only made the knot in my chest tighten.“I wanted to… apologize,” he began, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he looked away. “For what you saw earlier. That wasn’t what it looked like.”I wanted to ask him what it *was* then, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I just nodded, unsure of what else to do.He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that seemed almost… vulnerable. “I
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
ISABELLA'S POV The night air was cool as Holly and I walked back home. The streets were quiet and empty. Holly, was trying her best to distract me, her voice filled with an attempt at humor.“You know,” she started, glancing at me with a small smile. “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that woman was trying to audition for a role in a bad romance novel. The way she clung to him? Please. I’ve seen better acting in daytime TV.”I tried to smile at her joke, but it felt forced, and I knew Holly could tell. She kept talking, but my mind was somewhere else. Why was this bothering me so much? Why did seeing Maxwell with another woman feel like a punch to the gut?“It’s not like you haven’t seen him around other women before.” I muttered to myself silently, trying to reason through the emotions swirling inside me. But it wasn’t the same, and I knew it. This time, it felt different, like it mattered in a way I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was the look on his face when he saw me, the way his
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 The Gilded Rose wasn’t my usual choice for meetings. It was a place where people came to be seen, to flaunt their status and connections, not to have serious conversations. But Keiran had insisted.He said this woman, Clarissa, had information on Arthur, and I was willing to listen to anything that might give me an edge. Now, as I stepped through the heavy oak doors and into the dimly lit interior, I regretted agreeing to this whole thing. A hostess in a black dress greeted me and guided me to a secluded corner. Clarissa was already there, sipping on a glass of wine, her expression calm but her eyes sharp as they watched me approach. She was striking, with dark hair cascading over her shoulders and a confident smile that seemed a little too rehearsed. I could see why some men might find her attractive, but to me, there was something that just put me off about her polished appearance. It was like she was trying too hard to play a role. “Mr. Jones,” she said, standing
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
ISABELLA'S POV The cool evening breeze swept through the streets as Holly and I walked back from the art gallery. The paintings we’d seen still danced in my mind, vivid splashes of color on blank canvases. There had been so much life in them, so much emotion. Yet now, as we walked down the dimly lit streets, a strange feeling settled in my stomach, a sense of unease I couldn’t quite explain. It was like a whisper in the back of my mind, telling me something was wrong.We were indecisive on where to go for dinner, so Holly offered to cook instead. As always. Who was I to decline?Holly was chattering away about one of her favorite pieces, the portrait of a woman with sad eyes. It was my favorite piece too. She spoke with so much excitement, but I could barely concentrate on her words. My mind was somewhere else, tangled in thoughts of Hannah's proposal. What did she mean by all that? I had never met Henry, so I had reason to believe she was lying about his identity. I didn't know wh
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
ISABELLA'S POV I woke up with a start, my head heavy and eyes groggy from the nap I hadn't intended to take. The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls from the setting sun outside. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. The time read 8:00 PM. How long had I been asleep?A faint sound reached my ears—the front door closing softly. Maxwell was finally home.I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet touched the cold floor, sending a shiver up my spine. I stood, and heard the distant sound of footsteps in the hallway downstairs. Anger boiled inside me, a slow burn that intensified with each step I took. He had told me he fired Holly. He had lied.I headed downstairs, my heart beating fast, my hands balled into fists at my sides. The living room was dark, but I could see the faint outline of Maxwell's figure near the entrance.He was facing away from me, removing his shoes. He was in his boxing attire, the gray shirt cl
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