All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GABRIELLE’S POV The sun slipped through the curtains when I woke up. My body ached from all the tension of yesterday. After we got back from the cemetery, I spent the rest of the day crying in my room. It was a constant habit, especially with all my free time. I pushed the sheets away and sat up, trying to shake off the thoughts of Damon’s stone-cold expression at the grave. After showering, I went downstairs for coffee. The house was quiet except for faint music echoing from the back. I followed the sound through the hallway until I reached a glass door that led to what looked like a gym. Damon was there. Sweat rolled down his bare chest as he lifted a set of weights like they were nothing. His muscles flexed under the light and his face was calm and focused. I froze by the door, torn between walking away and pretending I didn’t notice how solid his abs were and hot his biceps looked. He saw me through the reflection and set the dumbbells d

GABRIELLE’S POV The security men stopped when they saw Damon. “That’s Damon Gravari!” I heard the other customers and staff whisper amongst themselves. Prior to our meeting I didn’t know him but he seemed to be quite popular. He stood there, his presence dominating with one hand in his suit pocket. His expression was cold as usual. No one spoke at first. Until the salesman broke the silence. “Sir, we— we thought she was—” “A thief,” Mia interrupted quickly, her tone confident. “She tried to steal a Dior dress and—” “I didn’t,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. I straightened, refusing to cower especially now that he was here. “I was only shopping but she kept following me. She grabbed the dress from me and it ripped.” Mia scoffed. “Right. Because people like you come in here all the time for Dior.” Damon’s cold eyes turned to her. “People like her?” he repeated. “I— I meant—” “She’s my wife,” he deadpanned. Mia went pale. The salesman looked like he

DAMON’S POV I dropped my suitcase and phone on the kitchen counter and took a bottle of water from the fridge. Gabrielle was getting on my last nerves. From the moment we met, she swept nothing but drama and trouble into my life. The conversation I had with her father was a constant reminder of that. When she touched my chest my heart beat faster. How could I tell her I push her away because she scares the fuck out of me? I went to the doctor, convinced something was physically wrong with me, but there wasn’t. No irregular heartbeat, no medical reason. It was just her. And yet… when she looked at me, I felt my chest tighten, and my pulse betray me. I didn’t like it. I hated it. I never felt emotions since I was a child. But she had a way of pulling them out of me. I threw the empty water bottle in the recycling trash can and walked upstairs. As I passed by her room, I heard Lila and her laughter. I knew I shouldn’t but I paused by her room and watche

DAMON’S POV “That’s business for you,” Mr Will was saying. “You have to be ruthless. And that’s why Damon Gravari is my favorite business partner.” They all laughed and I was wondering what was funny about that. I pasted a forced polite smile but my attention was focused on someone across the room. I saw the man from earlier still staring at Gabrielle as she walked into the powder room. He waited until she disappeared into the powder room before slipping his drink onto a tray and following after her. “Excuse me,” I said, dropping my glass on the nearby table. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I moved through the crowd quietly, ignoring the calls of a few associates who tried to stop me for small talk. My focus was already fixed on the man ahead of me. He pushed the door open slightly and peered into the powder room like a goddamn creep. I didn’t think twice. I grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him out into the men’s room before he could even react.

GABRIELLE’S POV His lips moved against mine, slow at first, then deeper and hungrier. His hands moved to run through my hair while the other lifted my chin up. For someone who couldn’t feel, his kiss felt passionate and I wanted more. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he stiffened before breaking this kiss. I caught my breath. “What’s wrong?” He just stared at me and I could feel he was fighting the urge to run away again. I moved my hand down to his chest and felt his heart thudding wildly underneath. “Do I make you feel, Damon?” His mouth parted but he didn’t respond. I placed my other hand on his chest and I heard him breathe sharply. “Is that why you push me away?” A knock on the partition broke the moment. “We’re home, Master Damon.” He moved back immediately, straightening his jacket like nothing happened. “We should go inside,” he said, his voice back to its usual coldness. I blinked, still trying to catch up. “After all that, you just—” “Go i