“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?
Voir plusHannah's POV
"This marriage has to work," I muttered to myself before leaning back as I thought of something, anything that was going to make Maxwell notice me. We had been married for a whole month and he hadn't even touched me or looked my way for that matter. All he did was find fault in everything I did, looking for more reasons to yell at me and make me feel horrible. It wasn't my fault that his parents wanted him to get married to me and not that "princess of his". I couldn't even remember her name. I sighed and made my way upstairs. I walked down the hallway heading to our bedroom with his breakfast in my hands. As much as he hated it I was his wife and I had duties to perform but he kept ignoring me over and over again and kept treating me like I was a piece of trash or something. "Good morning," I greeted as I walked in with the tray of food in my hands. I had made him black coffee, some toasts and scrambled eggs. I heard they were his favourite. He was sitting on the bed with his back resting on the headboard and his laptop placed on his thighs. It was a Saturday morning so he was working at home which meant we could spend more time with each other. As usual he never replied when I greeted him, believe it or not he acted like I wasn't even in the room. "I made your breakfast," I announced placing his food on the bedside table. He didn't even spare me a glance. I understood that both of us never wanted to get married to each other but it had already happened and there was nothing else we could do about it than make this marriage work. I tried to make him understand that. I let out a loud sigh before I spoke, "Maxwell please," I begged. "You can't keep avoiding me all your life," I plopped on the bed right beside me and he finally glanced my way. "Watch me," he said in with an unreadable expression on his face. As much as I hated to admit it he was dangerously handsome but his attitude, oh my goodness. Could I really keep up with this? "Maxwell," I groaned "Your breakfast is getting cold, don't tell me you're gonna make me eat your breakfast again. I took my time to make it myself and I didn't tell any of the maids to do it-" "And how is that supposed to be my business?" He finally turned to me, sizing me. I was still in my nightdress and I had planned to take a shower after preparing his breakfast but he was being stubborn. "Just eat your breakfast," I whined. This was getting very annoying, I couldn't keep begging him to eat every single day. After begging him for a couple of minutes, I realized this was a waste of time and headed into the bathroom to take my shower. After taking off my clothes, I turned in the shower letting the warm water cascade over me. I got the soap ready as I watched as steam filled the bathroom. I was deep in thought as I scrubbed my body. "Try seducing him," I heard my inner voice say. "Try seducing him?" I repeated out loud. I had never thought of it, I decided to wait until Maxwell was going to accept me as his wife. Actually it wasn't a bad idea, it was in men's nature to fall for women so there was no harm in trying. I got out of the shower wrapped in a white towel, the cold air slapping my face. It wasn't actually that cold but due to the difference in temperature of the bathroom and the room, it felt really cold. I made sure I adjusted the towel so that more than half of my boobs would be displayed. And just as I wanted he noticed me...well at least his gaze shifted from his laptop screen. He looked up at me and something flashed in his eyes when he took me in. His dark eyes studied my face which was partly covered with my blonde wet hair, before moving down to my body. I could feel my body getting hotter by the second. So he did find me attractive. I decided to play dumb to make my plan more effective. I walked over to the other side of the room where the bedside table was and I bent over making sure my ass was visible to him. "You still haven't eaten," I turned to him and he was still looking at me. Yes! I got his full attention. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to eat it myself again. I'll just heat up the coffee and give it to one of the servants since I don't drink black coffee," I said with my the tray in my hand walking out of the room. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" He finally spoke. I tried my best to maintain a calm composure but deep down I was bursting with excitement. I slowly turned around with a surprised expression on my face. "Oh, I forgot I was still in a towel...I'll go change," I said dropping the tray on my dressing table. "So you don't shut the door when you're changing...or are you planning to seduce the servants," he closed his laptop dropping it on the bedside table. I never actually expected him to talk like this but he closed his laptop which meant his focus was on me now. "I-I'm sorry, I'll close the door," I turned around heading for the door. As I closed the gently I sensed someone's presence behind me, but I didn't hear his footsteps. How could he move from the bed to behind me so stealthily? Maybe I was overreacting, there's no fucking way. Before I could turn around a saw a hand slam the door, cornering me. He was actually behind me? I quickly turn around and our faces were inches apart. "M-Maxwell, What are you doing?" I stuttered. I was getting really scared now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "I should be asking you that....what was your name again, Hannah? What are you up to? Wrapped in a towel like that," he growled his dark gaze flickering down to my lips for a fraction of a second. Was he really going to touch me now? "N-nothing, well I just thought since we were married there's no need to cover up myself and-" "If there's no need-" He cut me off pulling my towel off and throwing it across the room. "Then why are you wearing it?why didn't you come out from the bathroom like this? Huh?" He questioned tilting his head. Did he just-strip me? Oh my gosh, what have you gotten yourself into, Hannah. But I wasn't gonna lie it kind of felt good that he was attracted to me, even if it was just my body. Immediately he grabbed one of my boobs causing me to gasp for breath. "I know what you're looking for," he said as I felt his hot breath on my neck. "And I'm going to give it you," he whispered. Before I could even reply to that, he lifted me in his arms dropping me on the bed. I don't know why but I felt like I had awakened the beast within him. "But I'm not going to give you what you want so easily," he said parting my legs as I shuddered. "I'm going to make you beg for it." Wait! What did he mean by beg for it? The fact that he was actually going to touch me was getting me excited but he wanted me to beg for it? I was trying to understand what he meant by that when I felt kisses on thighs and without thinking I immediately closed them. "I thought you wanted me to touch you?" he asked spreading my legs. "So why are you resisting?" He said kissing down my thighs. Why was he doing this? Why was he teasing me? He kept getting closer to where I wanted his mouth but then at the last minute he'd pull away. And he was enjoying this?! He actually wanted me to beg him? He was always getting closer but ended up kissing around it making me long for his mouth on my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do it. "Please," I said out of breath. "What's that?" He asked his voice laced with sarcasm. "I beg of you.." I pleaded grabbing hold of the bedding. "I'm sorry, I didn't get that," he scoffed teasing me. I couldn't find the courage to spit it out, but when he circled his tongue around my clit I had no choice but to blurt it out. "Please I want you to to eat me up," I was expecting to feel his tongue on my pussy any moment now. Instead I heard him chuckle sinisterly making move away from him as quickly as I could covering myself with a pillow. "Hmm," he scoffed. "Did you really think that I was attracted to you? You really thought that I was going to fuck you. Keep dreaming," he cackled. "That's what you get for trying to seduce me." he smirkedEpilogue The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I stood at the window, staring out at the city skyline. It had been weeks since the chaos with Hannah, but the memories still lingered, fresh as if they had just happened yesterday.Maxwell was still recovering from the shock of that night. He had been discharged from the hospital after a couple of days, but the emotional wounds cut deeper than the physical ones. We had been through so much, and now, as I turned and glanced at him resting on the couch, my heart ached for him—for us."Isabella," his voice broke through my thoughts.I walked over to him, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Yes?"He gave me a soft smile, but I could see the concern in his eyes. "You’ve been quiet all morning. What’s on your mind?"I hesitated, unsure of how to say what I needed to. We had been through so much already, and I didn't know how this news would affect him, especially after everything with Hannah.
HANNAH'S POV The sound of sirens filled the air, a cacophony of chaos that made my heart race. This was not how I envisioned this day going. I had finally outsmarted Isabella, and yet here I was, standing frozen in shock after pulling the trigger.“Maxwell, wake up!” Isabella’s frantic voice cut through my thoughts, and a wave of confusion crashed over me. I had shot him—this wasn’t supposed to happen. The plan was simple: frame Isabella, make Maxwell see her for the manipulative liar she was, and then take what was rightfully mine.But now, as I watched him on the floor, the realization struck me. I had just thrown my life away. Panic surged in me. What if he didn’t wake up? What if it was all over before it even began?“Why did you do this, Hannah?” I whispered to myself, my mind racing. I had been so consumed with jealousy and greed that I hadn’t thought of the consequences.And now, I was facing them head-on.As the sirens grew louder, I took a step back, still holding the gun as
ISABELLA'S POV Is this what heartbreak felt like?The familiar ache in my chest twisted tighter with every step I took toward the living room. It had been two months already, but I couldn't just sit and watch Maxwell succumb to the slow poison that was Hannah. She had told me about her plan long ago, and I played it off as a bluff. But it was obvious now that she wasn't bluffing.I could sense Hannah’s smug satisfaction radiating through the air, a feeling that churned my stomach. Now that I was finally confronting her, everything felt surreal.When I entered the room, I found Hannah lounging on the couch, a casual smile plastered across her face, as if she hadn’t just orchestrated a web of deceit that ensnared all of us. “Oh, look who decided to join us,” she said, feigning surprise. “Isn’t this cozy?”“Cut the act, Hannah. I know what you’re planning,” I said, my voice steady, even as my heart raced. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me falter.Her smile widened,
MAXWELL'S POV This was the difference between both women.Hannah was desperate, pathetic, and greedy, while Isabella—the name stung on my tongue—was the exact opposite.She was pure, kind-hearted, and fiery when needed. It was why I even loved her. How could she do this to me?The documents sat heavily in my lap, their contents a damning reminder of my father's corrupt dealings, the shady business transactions that could shatter the Jones Empire if anyone else got their hands on them. I could already envision the headlines: Jones Enterprise Falls from Grace. My reputation in the business world would be in tatters. I wouldn’t be ruined, per se, but it would be a blow I couldn’t afford.I sat with my arms crossed and my brows creased in thought. Something didn't feel right. My mind drifted back to the conversation I had with Hannah a few days earlier.“I can’t believe you let Isabella pretend to be you for so long,” I had said, disbelief painting my tone as Hannah laid out the truth. T
HANNAH'S POVIsabella was gone.Finally.I kept my face calm, neutral, as I watched her stumble out of the room, tears staining her cheeks, leaving Maxwell and me alone. But inside, I was gloating. She’d played her part beautifully, walked right into the trap I’d set. I almost wanted to thank her for making this so easy. Now, she was out of Maxwell’s life for good.For months, I had been watching, waiting for my chance to step back in, and now it had finally come. Maxwell had been so blind, so naive, thinking that someone like Isabella could ever be enough for him. Pretending to be me. How pathetic. She was a placeholder, nothing more. And now that her little charade was over, it was time for me to reclaim what was mine.I stood up slowly, glancing at Maxwell, who was still sitting, staring at the door where Isabella had disappeared. His face was expressionless, a mask of cold indifference. But I knew him better than that. He was hurting, shattered, betrayed. Good. Let him feel the pa
MAXWELL'S POV How was this happening?I sat there, watching her stumble through the door, her eyes widening with shock the second they landed on me. She froze, just like I knew she would. The sight of her standing there, guilt written all over her face, was a knife twisting in my chest. The woman I’d spent the last eight months with, the woman I thought I knew, had been lying to me all along. It was all a game—a lie.I shifted slightly in my chair, my gaze never leaving her. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She had played me for months, and now it was time for her to face the truth. Hannah sat beside me, her expression cold, detached—completely opposite from the woman who had come to me days ago and shattered my world.Hannah had told me everything.I remember the way my stomach had dropped when she first showed up, the way my heart had raced as she told me who Isabella really was. At first, I couldn’t believe it. There was no way. Isabella had been in my life for eight mont
ISABELLA'S POV No no no no no.How was this happening?The world spun around me, and my breath caught in my throat as I stood frozen at the entrance. Maxwell sat there, his back straight, his face perfectly blank, but the tension that rippled off him was suffocating. He didn't have to say anything for me to know—he was disappointed. Shattered.How could he not be? He knew everything.My eyes flicked to Hannah. She sat smug, her lips curling into a triumphant, wicked smile. She told him. She told him everything. My heart dropped, like a stone plunging into icy waters. I had been cornered, trapped. But why? Why had she ruined the deal? My mother’s freedom was on the line—why would she do this?I felt sick. The weight of Maxwell’s disappointment pressed against my chest like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs. He must think I was a monster. A liar. A conniving, backstabbing traitor who had betrayed him, using his love to get what I wanted.“Maxwell...” I whispered, barely able t
ISABELLA'S POV The next morning, I woke up with a weight pressing down on my chest, heavier than the one I'd felt last night. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection as if I could find the answers hidden in the lines of my face. My mind was made up. I'd give Henry the documents. That way, my mother would finally be released from the bind Henry had on her. And then, afterward, I would tell Maxwell everything.Sounds good, right? I tried to convince myself as I brushed my hair, but the words echoed emptily inside my head. There was no good in any of this. Maxwell would find out, no matter what I did, and it would destroy him.I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. I couldn't afford to break down now. Not when I was so close to making sure my mom would be safe. After she was free, I could deal with the fallout. I could deal with Maxwell.I inhaled deeply, trying to steel myself for what lay ahead. A part of me was tempted to call him right now, to end it all be
ISABELLA.I leaned back against the chair, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. Each choice felt like a trap, pulling me deeper into a web of lies and manipulation that had no clear way out. I hated Henry for putting me in this position. I hated Maxwell for being so oblivious to what was happening around him. But most of all, I hated myself for letting it get this far. For not stopping it sooner.A part of me wondered if this was how it would always be—caught between two impossible choices, unable to do what was right because of the fear of losing everything. Maybe this was my punishment. Maybe this was what I deserved for being so blind for so long.I opened my eyes, staring at the phone again. If I called Maxwell now, it would all be over. The lies, the pretending. I could tell him everything, and he would take control. He was good at that—fixing things, handling problems. But what if I was the problem this time? What if my betra
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