All Chapters of I Woke Up Married to a Politician : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The morning breeze swept gently across the vast lawn. Gabby sat in a rattan chair, her long legs stretched out lazily, the thin peignoir fluttering slightly as the wind passed. In her hand, her toast was nearly finished, and the glass of orange juice on the table was half-empty. The sliding glass door opened with a soft click. Adryan appeared, walking steadily, his expression calm… too calm for someone who had nearly exploded in the dining room moments ago. Gabby glanced at him. “Here? Aren’t you worried about missing your meeting?” she teased lightly. Adryan approached, standing in front of her with both hands in his pockets. His gaze was piercing, but Gabby just smiled faintly. “You’ve changed,” Adryan finally said. His voice was flat but carried an unspoken demand. Gabby raised an eyebrow. “Changed? You mean… prettier? Thanks.” “Gabriella.” His tone dropped an octave. “Oh my God, chill, Adryan. You sound like you’re collecting a debt,” Gabby replied, nibbling on the t

Adryan strode into his office room, the heavy oak door shutting with a decisive thud. He poured himself a glass of red wine, the kind of vintage he usually reserved for quiet victories. Tonight, though, it was less celebration, more… distraction. He needed to work, to bury himself in legislation and policy briefings, to forget the way Gabby’s lips curved into a wicked smile and the way her body moved with such easy grace. He opened his laptop, but the words on the screen blurred. The wine warmed his chest, loosening the rigid grip he always tried to keep over his mind. All he could see was her—her face in the car, her subtle, teasing glances, the glimmer in her eyes that dared him to lose control. He drained half the glass in one go, jaw tight. Across the hall, Gabby had shed her elegant dress and was now in a simple nightgown. A glass of wine dangled from her hand as she lounged on the sofa, scrolling lazily through her phone. The wine had flushed her cheeks a little, making her l

Alvero Steinbart’s footsteps faded, his frustration a palpable energy in the air long after he was gone. Adryan stood by the desk, a silent, controlled storm. His gaze fell on Gabby, who was still sitting calmly in the armchair. He had to give her credit; she was an unnerving wild card. He had never seen her handle herself with such poise. He had no idea what her play was. "You're not going to explain that to me?" he asked, his voice low and sharp. "The whole 'messy life' act? What was that?" Gabby shrugged, closing the book she hadn't been reading. "It worked, didn't it? He looked like he was about to lose his mind." Adryan ran a hand through his hair. "It worked, but I don't know why you did it." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "You've been home all day. Don't you have to go to work?" The question hit Gabby like a bucket of cold water. Work? The word felt foreign. Her mind, still fixed on a 20-year-old's reality, had completely forgotten about a career. The sudden reality che

Gabby spent the rest of the night in a daze. She couldn't sleep. She spent the time looking up the "Hope Foundation for Childhood Cancer." On the screen, she saw videos from previous galas, where "she" stood at the podium, speaking passionately about hope, moving the audience. She saw photos of herself holding children's hands, a genuine smile on her face. She didn't recognize the woman, yet she couldn't deny it. It was her. The next morning, she went to the office. She drove her Audi, a new sense of anxiety in her chest. She entered the building, and everyone greeted her with respect and warm smiles. They called her "Gabriella" or "Mrs. Lewis," and they spoke to her as if she were a hero. She entered her office, which was filled with photos and drawings of children. On the wall, a large painting of her hung, with the inscription: ‘Gabriella Halim’ ‘God is my strength, the wise, the gentle and patient one.’ She stared at the painting, feeling a strange ache. It was her o