Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Bab 1 - Bab 10

GABRIELLE’S POV The man stood tall, his presence was dominating enough to make the bouncer’s grip loosen around my arm. And even though his voice was calm and low, it carried an air of authority. “She’s with me,” he said, sliding a sleek black card across the counter. “Put her tab on that.” The bartender blinked, then glanced at me, then back at him. “Sir, she’s—” “I said she’s with me,” he repeated, his tone cold. The bouncer stepped back. “Understood, sir.” The man’s eyes finally met mine. They were a cold blue and his tailored black suit fit him perfectly. His tie was slightly loosened, his hair was dark and slicked back, a few strands falling over his forehead. Everything about him screamed danger. “Let’s go,” he said softly, but it wasn’t a request. I should’ve told him to mind his business, but after everything that happened, I didn’t have the strength to argue. My head spun as I got off the stool, my veil slipping off my shoulder. He caught it midair without

GABRIELLE’S POVI climbed out of his bed and tried to put on my wedding dress but it was reeking of alcohol so much I almost threw up. I slid open the glass door to his closet and stepped inside. The space stretched wider than my own closet back home. Rows of neatly arranged shirts, all white or black, lined one side. Suits hung in perfect order, tags still attached on a few. The faint scent of a masculine and expensive cologne lingered in the air.I pulled one of his white shirts from the rack and buttoned it halfway. It hung loose around me but it was better than smelling like spilled whiskey and heartbreak.When I stepped back into the room, my eyes fell on the nightstand. A diamond watch, a wallet, and a gun rested carelessly on the nightstand. I stopped for a second, my heart beating fast. Whoever Damon Gravari was, he wasn’t just rich. He was the kind of rich that didn’t care about consequences.I needed to leave. And fast. I took the pills and chugged down the entire glas

GABRIELLE’S POV The video got cut off and Father stood up, holding a microphone. “The event’s over,” he said, his eyes darting between me and Emily. “Please go home.” The gossip got louder as the guests scrambled to the door. They threw glances at Emily and Jared, some at the man standing beside me. “Dad,” Emily started as the door shut. “I can explain.” Father held his hand out. “By the time I get back you’ll be receiving your punishments. As for you, Damon, let’s speak in private.” Then he walked out with Damon following after throwing me a wink. Screw that man. I turned to my twin. “I couldn’t believe my own eyes. Why Emily? What did I ever do to you? You were my best friend.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t act like this is sudden. You’ve had it coming for a long time.” My eyes watered. “You’ve hated me this whole time?” Her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Hate is a strong word, sister. Let’s just say I got tired of living in your shadow.” I bli

GABRIELLE’S POV I put my fork down and spat out my food before I choked on it. “What?” I coughed, grabbing the napkin. “You can’t be serious.” Damon kept eating like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me. “You didn’t think being my wife came without responsibilities, did you?” he said casually, slicing through his steak. “I didn’t think being your wife meant… whatever you’re implying.” He finally looked up with that intense gaze of his. “Relax, Gabrielle. I’m not talking about what’s running through that dramatic head of yours.” I glared at him. “Then what exactly are you talking about?” “Public appearances, dinners and functions. People will expect to see my wife by my side, and I can’t have them thinking you can’t stand me.” I leaned back in my chair, still tense. “So I’m supposed to play along? Pretend this farce is real?” He smirked faintly. “It is real. You signed the papers, remember?” I clenched my jaw. “A contract marriage isn’t real.” He took a slow s

GABRIELLE’S POV We drove out of town and into a quiet area. I tried to start a conversation but he barely responded. After a few more tries, I gave up. Forty five minutes later, he stopped the car in front of a small cemetery. My chest sank. “Why are we here?” I asked quietly. He opened the door. “You wanted to know who the clothes belonged to.” I got out slowly. The wind was still and the air, heavy. Damon walked ahead, and I followed behind him until he stopped before a grave. The name on the marble stone made my throat tighten. ALESSIA GRAVARI. The date showed she had been gone for three years. I turned to him. “She was your wife?” His eyes didn’t leave the grave. “My sister.” I blinked. “Your sister?” “Do you have a problem with your hearing?” he asked, facing me now. The audacity of this idiot! But we were at his sister’s grave so I tried to stay respectful. “I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to her.” He turned back to the grave. “Sh