All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GABRIELLE’S POVMy jaw dropped. “But if she’s your grandmother how is she —““Poor?” Martha cut in with a laugh. “Don’t hurt your head guessing. I’m his maternal grandmother. His father's side is the side with all the money.“I straightened. “I'm asking how you’re a gold digger when your grandson is a billionaire.”Her smile faded and Damon stiffened beside me. “Can’t a girl be an entrepreneur?” She asked, her smile coming back. “Besides, I like how I’m living. But I see why everybody hates the guy.”I leaned closer. “I believe you could do better than that. You could get another rich old man, not that.”“If it’s any consolation, I’ll get someone better and younger when he dies and leaves all his money to me,” she winked at me. Damon’s phone rang in his pocket and he excused himself to pick it up. I cleared my throat. “You didn’t answer my question. Damon can give you whatever you ask for. Why are you doing this?”“I don’t want any of his stained money,” Martha said as he walked aw

GABRIELLE’S POVDamon didn’t come home last night and I wasn’t even a bit surprised he didn’t bother calling to tell me. But tonight, he had to come home to get some files for his meetings. The earlier he finished his business, the earlier we could leave New York. I stood by the balcony waiting for Damon to come home. Fiorella had long gone to bed and I opened a fresh bottle of wine after we had shared one. A man in his late twenties, Karl, was sitting on my bed, shirtless and staring at me. “You look beautiful in that robe just sitting there like a bored housewife,” he said, a smile on his face. It was refreshing to see him smile. Damon never smiled. He smirked, teased, and taunted me but he never fully smiles.“You have a bored housewife fantasy?” I asked. He stood up and walked closer, the moonlight casting a shadow over his frame. He had his charms and was incredibly sexy but I could only get turned on for Damon. Something had to be wrong with me. “Bored housewives are my

GABRIELLE’S POV The night went away but the feeling remained. Today was a new day so I decided to get my ass out of bed and try new things after Damon left for his meeting. “I can’t believe you gave the staff the day off. Damon is a lucky man to have a good cook for a wife,” Fiorella said as we got out of the car. I almost laughed. “I’m not a good cook. In fact, I almost burned down Father’s house one time I tried making eggs.” She turned to me. “Who fucks up eggs?” “Me.” “How?” “Now, you have the right to be curious as to how that happened but I’ll be taking that one to my grave.” She smiled but didn’t press. We entered the kitchen where I would be attempting to make Damon alfredo pasta. Fiorella dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter before lighting up a joint she pulled from her pocket. I frowned. “Really? Smoking pot in the kitchen after I told you I almost burnt down the house trying to cook?” She shrugged. “Damon can buy another house.”

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon walked ahead of me into the plane, taking my Birkin from me after muttering under his breath about how I was slowing us down. I wore a hoodie and sweat pants, and a big, dark sunglass covered half my face. I couldn’t let anyone see the dark circles from crying all night. Especially Damon. “You can rest in the room, Gabrielle. There’s a bed there so you can get some sleep before we land,” he said, opening the door to said room for me. It was a luxurious master bedroom in the nose of the jet. “This room wasn’t here before,” I said. “That was a different plane,” he responded, dropping my bag on the bed. “A cheaper one. You couldn’t sleep last night?” I lay on the bed without taking the glasses off. “I slept well,” I lied. He didn’t respond. I watched him arrange our bags and my mind briefly went to the day before. He was right. I shouldn’t care about Emily anymore but I just couldn’t help it. She was not just my only sibling, she was

GABRIELLE’S POV My hand fell from the door handle. My heartbeat was so loud I thought she could hear it. “Emily?” My voice barely came out. She stepped inside without waiting for permission, brushing past me like she couldn’t stand the sight of me. “Surprised?” she asked, tilting her head. “You didn’t think I’d just let you disappear?” I blinked at her. “What are you doing here?” Her gaze flicked to the elevator behind me. “Take me upstairs. Now. We need to talk.” My fingers twitched beside my thigh. I wanted to close the door. I wanted to grab her by the arm and throw her out. But all I could do was stand there and stare at her. My sister. The one person whom I had put before anyone else. Including myself. “Didn’t you hear me? Take me upstairs,” she repeated, stepping closer. “We need to talk.” I didn’t move. Her jaw tightened. “Don’t make this hard, Gabby. Don’t fucking push me.” I swallowed and turned toward the elevator. She followed right behind