Ch 8- Remain single

Few minutes later.

The now changed Gisele made her way down the staircase. Aunty Lou didn't have time to rush to the mall to get her a brand new outfit but she was able to borrow an unused red flay gown from one of the maids that had the small body size with Gisele.

Even if it was from the maids it was of a quality most people could not afford. How ironical that a maid could dress better than she did when she was the so called daughter of Andres family but as far as it was the Montero Family it was not unexpected that even maids would dress like King's and queens

The dress fit Gisele perfectly. The top part of the dress hugged her full chest gloriously and then from her thin waist casually flowed down her hips till it was way past her mid thighs. It was not her style of dressing but Gisele could only make do with it. It was better than wearing her dirty clothes that was ridden from dust and heat from the previous day.

As she made her way to the dining, her eyes caught the young man at the table seated at the table.

His eyes was solely on the magazine in his hands and though half his facial features was hindered by the pages of the book, it could not fully hide the perfectly chiseled face, thin brows, thin lips and a pair of dashing eyes. she could not deny one thing. He was a drop dead handsome man. The Cold CEO type of man, his aura was chilling and suffocating.

As much as she found his looks ogle worthy, she hated his personality so her eyes only lingered on him for a few seconds and then she turned away.

Like Aunty Lou had stated, the table was filled to the brim with different kind of dishes. It almost looked like they were having a feast. Just seeing the foods alone made her start salivating. The choice to skip breakfast now looked to be a stupid idea she was glad she didn't make. Thank goodness she had not made such a mistake.

Gisele took the farthest seat away from Devon at the other end of the table and sat down. Her eyes scanned the long line of dishes and she energetically began making her choice.

From the very moment, she walked on the stairs, Devon could feel her presence but not for once did he lift his head to look up. Not even for a split second. Even when he heard her pull out a chair and take her seat, he casually just placed the magazine in his hand back on the table and picked up his spoon to start eating. He wasn't bother to see what her expression was, neither was he fazed that she was occasionally glancing at him. He could feel the weight of her stares but they meant nothing to him just like her presence.

As Gisele ate, she would occasionally lift her eyes and look at the man seated opposite her. It was not out of admiration but out of anger and disbelief.

She was thinking 'so this is how he plans to ignore me? is he not going to say anything to me? Not even an apology or a reassurance of any sort?.'

How cruel indeed!

Gisele was expecting him to at least apologize for using her for his own selfishness but not only did she not get an apology, she was totally ignored like her existence was of no importance. She didn't want to sound pathetic. She hated sounding pathetic or else she would have lashed out at him and gave him a piece of her mind but that would only turn out making her sound helpless and pathetic.

Why should she be the one to feel pathetic?

When she was still whining and complaining inside her, a document suddenly flashed before her eyes and landed just right on the empty table before her.

What a perfect aim!

She looked up but he had already adverted his eyes back to his food, it was almost like he hadn't been the one that sent over the documents.

"I told you that you would have to live by my rules. Printed on that document are my rules and a contract." He said, still not looking at her "go through them, accustom yourself to them and sign the contract. If you have any objections, keep it to yourself. There would be no negotiations"

No negotiations? How crude!

Gingerly, Gisele opened the file and began reading the contents. The file started with a clear description of the two parties involved in the contract. Party A was labeled Devon Alvin Montero, Party B was herself, Gisele Alexandria Andres.

This was the first time she was getting to know the family she was married into. She hadn't even had the chance to read the marriage clauses before signing the marriage documents so she didn't even know the family, she had just classified them as a normal rich family but it turns out she was wrong.

They weren't rich, they were Multi rich. The Montero Family was one of the richest family in the country. They were even popular than any Celebrity one could think of. Especially the First Grandson. Looking at her name written beside that name that caused an uproar everywhere it was mentioned. She suddenly could see how ordinary her name appeared.

Now that she thought of it, could she perhaps change her name back? She loved it better when she beared the name Gisele Alexandria Johnson. Perhaps she could but even if she could she felt too guilty to just change her name back to what it was. It would be shameless changing it back without seeking her Grandfather's forgiveness.

"Rule no. 1: Don't expect or initiate any intimate relationship with Party A" Gisele felt like laughing after reading the first rule. Infact she couldn't hold back a chuckle from escaping her lips.

Intimate relationship?.

goddamn him if he thinks she even wanted that to happen. She would never give her body to a man who had his brain and heart somewhere else.

"Rule no. 2: Both parties would in no way interfere with each other's private life" she nodded to that. She was fine with this.

"Rule no. 3: Both parties would have no say in each other's career and choices"

"Rule no. 4: Party B would not announce her marriage to Party A except given the permission to"

Hmph! Isn't he being too narcissistic?

"Rule no 5: Party B is not allowed to move out from the Easton Villa for any reason"

"Rule no. 6: Party B would in no way have any communication with Party A's lover"

"Rule no 7: apart from being a figurative wife. Party B is relieved from any other wifely duties"

"Rule no. 8: Party B will have bodyguard following her at all times. She must report her outings and whereabouts at all times. Party B will not on any occasion leave the house or sleep out without Party A's permission"

"Rule no. 9: Party B is on no occasion allowed to bring flings home"

"Rule no. 10: Party B would have no romantic relationship with Party A's Friends, business partners or family"

"Rule no.11: if there are any Flings, Party A must never see, hear or know of them. On no occasion should Party B ever be involved with a public scandal and or be publicized with a fling. If any insult comes to Party A name from any relationship of any sort of Party B, Party B would be spared but her companion would bear the consequences for cuckolding Party A"

Gisele frowned to this. He mustn't see, hear or know of her having a boyfriend? Wasn't he just indirectly telling her to not have a personal life of her own?. Not that she planned on having any but there was no way with his connections, he wouldn't get to hear of her going out with someone. So it had to mean that he was telling her it was better she remain single.

"You want me to be single?" Gisele asked with a high pitched tone. She was annoyed by his demands.

Finally Devon looked up from his meal and glanced at her. Even still he was mere looking at her and not looking at her. He could see her but if he was probably asked if she even had her hair combed that morning he would give no answer as he had not noticed anything about her at all.

"I never said so" he replied indifferently.

Gisele fumed "you've restricted my private life completely. What else is left?!"

Devon looked at the girl talking and sneered inwardly, his tone chilled simultaneously "Miss Gisele can have as many lovers as she wants but my rules are simple. I would not be cuckold, especially not in public. You bear my name now so you would carry it with pride and dignity. Like I said, if there are such lovers, I demand to not see, hear or know about the littlest trace of them. Else they would bare the consequences"

He wanted to laugh at his grandfather. The Old man often referred to his girlfriend as a slut but look at the girl he cherished, here she was fighting to have lovers of her own.

A perfect white lotus!