Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Bab 131 - Bab 140

GABRIELLE’S POVTW: Bulimia / Eating DisorderTHREE WEEKS LATER“Ack—” I retched as I leaned over the toilet seat. Fiorella was behind me in seconds, pulling my hair up. “Easy.”Hell, I was a mess. A walking, breathing mess. It wasn’t even morning sickness. I just couldn’t keep anything down. Whenever I ate, I would lean over the sink for minutes, throwing up until I could taste my stomach acid. After my body finally settled, I brushed my teeth before going back to bed. “You should try to eat something again, Gabrielle,” Fiorella was sitting on the bed beside me. I groaned, my stomach already twisting again at the thought of food. “I’d eat if the smell of food didn’t make me sick.”Being pregnant was hard.But being pregnant when you didn’t speak to the father anymore was even more destabilizing. Damon occupied my every thought. And carrying his child wasn’t helping matters. “We have to see the doctor about this.”I turned to face the other side of the bed. “No.”“Why?”I kn

GABRIELLE’S POV“The baby is growing perfectly but I’d advise you to take the medications religiously so you can keep your food down,” the doctor said. “Ironic, isn’t it? The last time you were here was to get an IUD.”I was sitting in the doctor’s office with Fiorella. As promised, I let her drag me to the hospital the next morning.“I remember,” I said quietly.Reflecting on it, I was already pregnant at the time, but I didn’t realize it. We were still waiting for the test results when Anya’s call prompted us to leave Italy. The doctor offered a small smile as he scribbled something down. “Life has a way of changing plans. Your hormone levels explain the nausea but stress is not helping either.”Fiorella shifted in her seat. “So the baby is fine?”“Yes,” the doctor replied. “But she needs to eat. Even if it is in small portions throughout the day. It could be soup, crackers, or anything light.”I nodded even though my stomach turned at the thought.“And you should reduce emotional

GABRIELLE’S POV “You heard me,” Phoebe said. “His name used to be Damien Gravari before he changed it.” I blinked. “Why would he change his first name but not his last? That doesn’t make any sense.” “I wish I could make sense of it myself,” she said, her voice dropping as she continued. “That’s what I need to talk to you about. You should be careful—” “I don’t want to hear what you have to say if you want to beat around the bush,” I said as I moved to get into the car. “Please, wait,” she stopped me. “Fine. I’ll be direct.” Hesitantly, I turned back to her. “Go on.” “Years ago, a massacre happened in a private island in Naples,” she started. “A large number of bodies were found by the shoreside. So the news called it The Bellariva Massacre.” I raised a brow. “Is this a fucking joke to you? A massacre? How come I never heard anyone mention it?” Phoebe shook her head. “The families involved carried out a massive cover up. It was popular for days after but suddenly,

GABRIELLE’S POVDamon went still after that.His cold eyes looked more alive now, like he was finally breathing for the first time in weeks.I could feel his heart racing beneath my palm.My fingers curled slightly against his chest. “I’m not afraid of your truth. I’m afraid of losing you.”His jaw tightened.“I see the way you carry everything alone,” I continued. “And the way you punish yourself instead of letting me in.”His eyes dropped to my mouth and then back to my eyes.“For so long you’ve convinced yourself no one would ever love and accept the real you,” I said. “Let me prove you wrong.”He shut his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, they were vulnerable. “I’ll tell you everything.”A knock shattered the moment.Fiorella stepped in from the corner, barely hiding her smile when she noticed Damon’s arm around my waist.“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she said, pointedly ignoring him. “But there’s something you need to see, Gabby.”Damon’s arm tightened instinctively.“

GABRIELLE’S POV I gasped when Damon grabbed my thighs and spread them wider. I clung to the tree, but my back slid against the rough bark with every movement, my knees weakening. Damon noticed and lifted my thighs over his shoulders, his gaze locking with mine, and his breath warm against my core. “Comfortable now?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. The moment his tongue touched my clit again, the world tilted. My hips jerked automatically. “Oh—” His lips were soft, gentle—but his tongue was anything but. It circled my clit fast and mercilessly while his fingers moved in and out of me. “Oh, yes,” I moaned. He took his time, savoring me, making sure he didn’t miss a single part, his teeth grazing me lightly now and then. My head was spinning. I arched my back, trying to pull away, but his grip on my thighs tightened. He hummed against me, groaning as he swallowed every drop of my wetness. God, the sound he was making— My orgasm slammed into me so