All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DAMON’S POV FIFTEEN YEARS AGO [Content Warning: This chapter contains sexual assault (non-explicit), violence, identity stripping and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.] I walked after Father as he led us to the best seat, right beside the owner of the fight club. He’d claim that coming to Italy to see the underground fighting ring would be a great gift for my eighteenth birthday. The air inside the warehouse was thick with sweat, blood, and cigarette smoke. Men shouted from the stands, waving money in the air as two fighters circled each other inside the steel cage below. The owner stood when Father approached, his smile wide and eager. “Gravari,” he said, extending his hand. “It’s good to see you after all these years.” Father shook his hand. “Don’t act like you missed me, Bellini.” Rocco laughed and gestured at Father to take a seat. Father sat and leaned back in his chair. I took the seat beside him watched him suspiciously. He’d never done anythi

DAMON’S POVSIX MONTHS AFTER MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAYOne hundred and twelve.That was the number of people I’d killed in the fighting ring. True to Father’s words, pain was an excellent teacher.He would know.He was the one who made me this way.“Wow,” Rocco said, whistling as he looked down at the body. “You did it again, Gravari.”He refused to call me Stench for some reason. Everyone else did—except Father. So to them, I was Gravari.My first kill had taken a toll on me, especially since I had to do it with my bare hands instead of a gun.It was gory.But unlike my trainer, they weren’t owned by Father. In the ring, I had to kill or be killed.I had done it so many times now that I no longer felt guilt when I looked at their lifeless bodies. Only anxiety remained—an ever-present fear that I would have to keep killing until the day someone finally killed me.“Can I stay out of the fight tomorrow?” I asked, looking up at him. “Please.”Rocco shook his head and gestured for his men t

DAMON’S POV [CONTENT WARNING: HONESTLY, I DON’T RECOMMEND READING THIS CHAPTER] STILL FIFTEEN YEARS AGO I placed my heel over the snake’s neck and pressed down until blood splattered across the ground. “Snakes are often very bad signs,” Rocco said, sipping from his glass. “Especially on the day we plan to murder your father.” Waves from the Mediterranean crashed against the rocks below. Father had brought us to Naples to show off his weapon. In reality, that weapon was just his son he had abused all his life. I was supposed to join some program where they would “reform” me. I still didn’t understand what that meant, but I wasn’t going to stay long enough to find out. He returned to America for reasons he never told me. I arrived here ahead of him and stayed in a private part of the building while waiting for him to join me. He should be here any minute. I turned away from the view and looked at Rocco. “Are you backing out now or what?” “Like hell I will,” Rocco said, a smi

GABRIELLE’S POV His fingers tightened weakly around mine. My breath caught. Did I imagine that? “Damon?” His eyelids moved but didn’t open, and the monitor beside him began to beep faster. “Damon, can you hear me?” I asked. His fingers tightened again, a little stronger this time. I stood quickly and pressed the call button on the wall. “Doctor!” I called toward the door. Within seconds, the door opened and two nurses rushed in, followed by the surgeon. “What happened?” the surgeon asked. “He moved,” I said. “His hand… he squeezed mine.” The surgeon stepped to the side of the bed and looked at the monitor. One of the nurses checked his pulse while the other adjusted the IV. “Mr. Gravari,” the surgeon said as she turned to him. “If you can hear me, try to open your eyes.” His breathing changed slightly. The nurse shone a small light onto his face. His eyelids moved again, but they didn’t open. “He’s responding,” she said. The surgeon nodded. “Damon, you are in the ho

GABRIELLE’S POV Morning came too quickly. I had barely slept. I spent the entire night tossing and turning… and sometimes just watching Damon sleep. The sight of his chest going up and down with each breath he took finally eased my anxiety. But, I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets he was keeping that would have rival families coming after us. I also needed to speak to my Father. Rocco could be planning something and it’d be great for him to be aware beforehand. But he was all the way back home and I was in Italy. We were many hours away from each other. I couldn’t leave Damon’s side either as he could wake up anytime soon. My head started aching. A knock came on the door, dragging me out of my heavy thoughts. I opened it and Rhys was standing there with takeout, his expression tight like he hadn’t slept either. “Fiorella said to bring this to you,” he said. “She said you didn’t eat anything yesterday.” I opened the door wider so he could step in. “I d