Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

DAMON’S POV I stepped into the club and the smell of smoke, alcohol, and something far worse hit me immediately. Neon lights bounced off the polished floors, glinting off expensive watches and champagne glasses. Some of the strippers were dressed, some weren’t. A fight broke out near the bar—a man threw a punch, and another retaliated with a bottle. Then laughter and screams collided into one as they cheered on the fight. I walked past them to the private area where the real danger was. Rocco Bellini. The guards opened the door and I stepped into a room reserved for men who never waited in lines and never answered to anyone. Some of the most powerful Italian mafia dons. At the center sat Rocco Bellini. He leaned back in his chair, his suit jacket open, a gold chain visible against his chest. His expression was amused, like he’d been expecting me long before I arrived. He was even fatter than I remembered. “Damon Gravari,” he said, spreading his arms. “You to

GABRIELLE’S POV With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor. He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.” God, how could his hair look so good when mine was nothing short of a bed’s nest? It wasn’t fair. A brow shot up at his audacity. “Are you drunk? Didn’t you see my note?” He shrugged. “And?” “And?” I snapped, forcing my eyes back to his. “I said it’s over between us. Wait, how did you even get in? I locked the fucking door.” His expression was bored. “Next time you want to hide in a hotel make sure I can’t afford it. Which is impossible, by the way.” My jaw dropped. “You bought an entire hotel just to get me?” “What? It’s not expensive.” I stared at him, my mind running in circles as I processed the words that just came out of his mouth. He tapped on the bed beside him. “Come back, Gabrielle.”

GABRIELLE’S POV The urge to ask the meaning of the words he whispered died when his mouth found mine. Fireworks exploded in my chest and I melted, my knees buckling underneath me. His grip on my waist was the only thing holding me upright. I didn’t know how it happened but somehow, my clothes were on the floor on the balcony, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I shivered as the sharp cold air seeped into my bones through my skin but his warmth replaced it before I could complain. My hands ran through his soft hair when his tongue slipped into my mouth, dragging a moan from me. I was drowning in his taste and in his scent, but I didn’t care. His arms wrapped tight around me as he kissed me senseless. When he pulled back, he stared into my eyes. “Don’t you ever leave me again, Gabrielle. You hear me?” I nodded, my words failing me. Damon kissed me softly on the lips, holding my cheek gently before pulling back. He carried me in his arms bridal style and wa

GABRIELLE’S POV It had been eight hours since Damon gave me another mind-shattering orgasm. We ordered room service after taking a bath together. After that, I took a very long and tired nap while he worked on the couch. I woke up an hour ago and we were now in the limo, on our way back to the villa. I sighed and leaned into his warmth. “Why does it feel like I’m coming back to some sort of opposite reality?” He glanced at me, his hands wrapping around my waist. “Probably because you’re seeing your sister in the morning.” My stomach churned. He was right. I dreaded meeting Emily again for some reasons but I knew I had to. And I knew the time Damon gave me was running out. Soon, he’d start talking about Jared, and revenge and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Maybe just letting go and healing in peace and quiet would be better than revenge. The car stopped and the driver knocked on the partition board. “We’re home, sir.” I tried

DAMON’S POV I watched as the amusement in her eyes die down instantly, but I wasn’t done speaking. “The fact that we met, that I loved you at some point, that I took my father’s punishment for you—those were all mistakes,” I said slowly so every word stuck in her head. “But I’ve changed, Selene. And I don’t repeat mistakes.” She glared at me, her breath turning shallow. “What we had was solid. We were good together, everyone knew that. Your mother was already planning our future wedding before she died. You don’t mean what you’re saying, Damon.” “Oh, but I do,” I responded. “The holidays are over now. Go back to wherever you came from before I make another mistake that guarantees you don’t.” Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. The glare in her eyes wavered, replaced by something darker—resentment and fear. “I won’t let you rewrite our story,” she snapped finally. “You don’t get to pretend I was just a phase in your life.” “I’m not pretending,” I said calm