Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GABRIELLE’S POVI swirled around in my wedding dress with a big smile on my face. I was finally getting married to the love of my life, and life couldn’t be any better. We had met a year ago and he made me the happiest woman alive the night he proposed to me. “Wow, that’s the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve laid my eyes on, Gabrielle,” Emily, my identical twin sister cooed, breaking into my thoughts. I smiled at her. “Thank you, Emily. This feels like a dream. I can’t believe this is my life now.”“Jared doesn’t deserve you, sister,” she said. “Look how beautiful you are. No man deserves this.”I laughed. “Thanks, Emily. You’re the best sister a girl could ask for. You know that right?”Emily and I grew up with our single father who refused to remarry after our mother died during childbirth. Our father was the best man in the world and made sure we got the best of everything growing up. Now after getting our degrees at the age of twenty-three, I was finally getting married. I s

GABRIELLE’S POVI woke up the next morning when the sun was already out, the bright lights seeping into the bedroom through the see through walls. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before the events of last night came rushing back to me. I groaned as I sat up, my brain pounding so hard in my head. I closed my eyes and waited for it to pass but it didn’t. “Oh, there she is,” a voice said. “You look so peaceful when you sleep. Nothing like the drunk who dented my car.”I popped my eyes open but winced when the light hit them again. I turned toward the voice, my pulse quickening instantly.The stranger from last night stood by the glass wall, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and sleeves rolled halfway, holding a mug of coffee. The city skyline stretched behind him. High-rise buildings, glittering sunlight, and the faint sound of traffic far below.My heart skipped. “Where am I?”He took a sip, unbothered. “One of my places.”I looked down at myself under the sheets and realized I

GABRIELLE’S POV With dread in the pit of my stomach, I drove my car into the driveway of my father’s mansion. I took a deep breath and turned off the ignition. I didn’t know how to face them. How do I tell Father that my sister did something like that to me? That would only break his heart. But I had no other choice. I took off Damon’s ring and kept it in the compartment of my car before stepping out and walking into the house. Just as expected, Father, Emily, Jared and a few other guests were sitting in the living room. They all stood up when they saw me walk in. Emily rushed forward and hugged me. “Sis, where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I didn’t hug her back. I just stood there wondering how she could fake her love for me so well. Father stepped forward, his jaw tight. “Gabby, who took you away from your wedding day? There was a rumor you were with that monster, Damon Gravari. If he even touched a single hair on your head.” “No, I saw….” I d

GABRIELLE’S POV I walked out of the hall long after everyone left. I was planning to get a hotel room, eat junk food, and cry myself to sleep. I had my first taste of revenge but at what cost? Father was disappointed in me and he cut me off. Emily promised to make my life a living hell and I knew she meant it. I sighed heavily as I tried to stop a cab. A limo stopped in front of me and the window rolled down, exposing Damon Gravari's cold face. My brows formed a frown. “What are you doing here?“ “I was waiting for you to round up so we could leave,” he said. I scoffed. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Damon. Unless it’s about getting a divorce, don’t speak to me again.” He leaned back in his seat, his expression unreadable. “Get in the car, Gabrielle.” I folded my arms. “No. I’m not going anywhere with you.” His jaw ticked. “You think standing on the street alone at this time is a better idea?” “I can take care of myself,”

GABRIELLE’S POV My body grew taut. “I was just looking around,” I said and cleared my throat. “You didn’t exactly offer to give me a tour of the villa.” He took a step into the room, his expression cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice was even colder it sent a chill down my spine. “I didn’t know it was off limits.” His jaw tightened. “It is.” I looked around once more, refusing to back down. “Who does this room belong to?” He didn’t answer. His eyes moved to the picture frame still in my hand. I set it down carefully on the nightstand without looking at it. “Your silence says enough.” “Gabrielle,” he said quietly. “Go get some sleep.” I met his eyes. “You keep a room like this locked away and expect me not to ask questions?” He exhaled slowly. “Go back to bed.” “I just—” “Now.” The edge in his voice made my stomach twist. I brushed past him slowly, the air thick with tension, and stepped into the hallway. Just before I walked away, I heard h