Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

GABRIELLE’S POV His voice was barely audible, but it shattered every thought in my head. “Damon?” My legs moved before my brain could catch up. I rushed to the side of the bed and grabbed his hand. “Damon,” I breathed, my vision blurring with tears of joy instantly. His fingers curled tightly around mine for someone who had just woken up from surgery, like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. “I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m right here.” The nurse gasped softly behind me. “Oh— one moment.” She quickly moved to the monitors, checking the readings before leaning closer to Damon. “Sir? Can you hear me?” Damon didn’t take his eyes off me. They were glassy with pain and exhaustion, but focused on me. “Yes,” he rasped. The sound of his voice made something inside my chest break open. I hadn’t realized how terrified I’d been of never hearing his voice again. The nurse pressed a button on the wall. “I’m calling the doctor.” Within minutes the room was filled with activity.

GABRIELLE’S POV The kiss was soft at first. A silent promise that I would love him no matter what. But when his free hand moved to the back of my head and pressed my lips harder against his, I lost control of my body. He held my head in place and kissed me until I was senseless. I melted in his arms, drowning in his warmth and craving more of him. Damon finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. “You do damages to me, Gabrielle,” he whispered. “And yet you’re the only one who makes me feel sane.” He pulled back slightly and stared into my eyes. “What are you?” he asked. I stared back at him, my chest heaving, my lips parted, and my body aching for more. Then I leaned closer and whispered, “Anything you want me to be, husband.” Surprise flickered across his face before melting into something softer. “You’re an angel.” “I’m your angel,” I whispered with a small smile. “But by the time I tell you what I’ve been up to, you might not think s

GABRIELLE’S POV ONE WEEK LATER “Oh, and I want either a destination wedding or a honeymoon somewhere secluded and private,” I went on for what had to be the tenth time that morning. Damon tilted his head slightly like he was considering it. “Yeah. You’ve said that… how many times now?” I groaned and fell back against the car seat. “I just want everything to go right. We never had a wedding.” For the past week, Damon had been recovering surprisingly fast. I had a feeling it was mostly because he hated hospitals and wanted to leave as soon as possible. He was discharged a few days ago, and we were staying at one of the houses on Rhys’s estate. Fiorella had stopped by that morning to check on him—and to tell us about her plans to open a restaurant here in Italy. I would miss her when we returned home, but she had always loved living here and there was nothing I could do to convince her otherwise. “But I want the wedding after I give birth so I can get drunk that day

GABRIELLE’S POVI stared at him, searching his gaze.Damon looked almost uncertain—as if he wasn’t sure how I would respond. His eyes held mine, patient and strangely vulnerable.I reached up and touched his cheek gently.“You don’t even have to ask me,” I said softly. “I am yours completely… body and soul.”He froze as if my words had stunned him.His gaze searched my face slowly, like he was trying to find even the smallest hint that I didn’t mean it.“You know everything about me,” he said.“I do.”“And you stayed.”My chest tightened. “Of course, I did. I promised I would.”Something fragile and almost disbelieving shifted in his expression then.Damon’s free hand slid down and found mine.He raised my hand over my head, pinning it there and intertwining our fingers together.“I will always choose you,” he said suddenly, the words rough like they had forced their way out of his chest. “Before anyone else.”I blinked. “Damon—”“Before anyone,” he repeated, his voice calmer now. “Ev

DAMON’S POVAnger was the first emotion that hit the next morning.Actually, no.For the past few days, anger had been the only thing I could feel most of the time.I hid it well from Gabrielle because being in her presence gave me a sense of calm. With her, there was only peace, love, and warmth.But the moment I was away from her, the anger crept back in—stronger every day.It was becoming increasingly difficult to control after spending the last fifteen years feeling almost nothing at all.Now, it was like something inside me had finally woken up.And it was furious.I saw Father in my sleep every night, laughing and drinking with Rocco while they tore me apart piece by piece.Over and over again, the memories from my past played like a broken record.Oh, there were so many ways to kill Rocco.And I intended to enjoy every single one of them.I exhaled deeply and tried to clear my mind as I got out of bed.Gabrielle was still asleep when I finished getting ready for work.She was c