Gabriel Wilsons, the well known 'devil' in the whole business industry of Chicago. He has everything that you wish for your dream man to have. Power, money, perfection, handsomeness and a body like a Greek God. But he's in love. He's still in love with the woman from his past.
The same woman he has given everything he had before, but eventually betrayed him, left him and shattered his heart into pieces. And because of that, he turned into a cold, heartless, rude and an arrogant billionaire who will do everything to seek revenge and to show her that she's no longer important in his life. Even though the truth is the opposite of what he is doing.
That's when he met me. I applied as his Personal Assistant to fulfil my bucket list of dreams. To explore my life and experience everything. Then he offered me a deal. He asked me to marry him just to show his ex that he already moved on.
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"She's pregnant." He blurted out and I almost fall from where I stood. I just grasped the backrest of the couch to support my weight. The pain creeping in my heart was unbearable but I managed to stay calm.
"Congratulations!" I said faking my excitement. Well, I can't call it as cheating because she's the real reason why we were pretending as a couple. And that's when I made the biggest decision in my life. Taking the biggest secret in me, that I've already fallen in love with him---- I left him. Then eventually I learned a lesson.
'Loving someone who doesn't love you back isn't as hard as loving someone who can't see your worth and only uses you as his way to get someone he loves back into his life."

FALLING FOR THE MAN I MARRIED

"What am I going to wear--- what am I going to wear? Argh!" I kept asking myself for more than 10th times this evening.


"I hate you, Mr Wilsons!" I grabbed my hair in frustration as I walked into my closet.


"What should I suppose to wear?" I asked myself again. "A dress? A short? mini-dress? long dress------"


I paused as I smiled at the thought that popped up in my head.


"Great, Madi! You're such a smart woman!" a devilish grin formed on my lips.


Ten minutes before seven in the evening, I decided to go downstairs and wait for him in the living room. For sure he knows how to knock.


But as I went down the stairs, Jaime looked at me as if she saw a clown. I just rolled my eyes but then smiled at her.


"What is that, Madi?" she can't stop laughing.


"What are you wearing? Seriously? An ankle-length white skirt and a white-loose blouse? Where are you from--- 16th or 15th century?" She laughed again, clutching her stomach.


CHAPTER 16: Fashion