All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

GABRIELLE’S POV No. No. “Heaven?” I asked, a frown tightening my entire face. “Did you kill my sister, Damon?” He didn’t respond. He poured maple syrup over the pancakes and acted like I hadn’t spoken. Like I hadn’t just asked him the one question that could break me in half. The heat in my chest climbed until I felt it in my throat. “Damon?” My voice shook harder this time. He finally looked up with that cold and unreadable stillness that made my stomach twist. He set the fork down. “Why would you think I killed her?” he asked softly. “Because you’re avoiding the question,” I said. “And you told me I wouldn’t have a sister again. And you shot her.” My hands balled so tight my nails dug in. “So tell me the truth. Where is she?” He studied me for a moment, then breathed out. “I said heaven,” he murmured. “Because that’s what she got compared to what she deserved.” I blinked. “What?” “She’s not dead because that would hurt you,” he said, his expression c

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

GABRIELLE’S POV He walked toward me slowly. “You really don’t know how to mind your business, do you?” he said, plucking the photo from my fingers before I could even hide it. My breath hitched. “Why do you have that? Damon, why—” He held up a hand, silencing me instantly. “You shouldn’t ask questions about things that don’t concern you.” “It’s a picture of me—” “And that,” he said, sliding the photo back into the envelope, “is why you should be more careful about the doors you open. You never know what you’ll find.” My stomach tightened. “So you’re not going to explain?” “I’m not obligated to,” he murmured, stepping close enough that his chest brushed mine. “And you’re not ready for the answer.” I swallowed. “Damon—” “You were snooping again,” he said flatly. “I warned you about that. How do you punish you for disobeying?” Punish me? My chest tightened. “Why do you have a picture of me from years ago?” I demanded. “How did you know my name that night?”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

GABRIELLE’S POV I blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Punish me?” “For snooping,” he said, walking closer slowly. “You can always walk out and pretend you never saw this room.” My throat ran dry. “Damon… I…” He stopped in his tracks. “I told you I was too dark for you. You should leave.” He walked back to the door and entered a code. The door slid open instantly. I stood there, my heart thudding wildly and my palm, sweaty. I wasn’t scared of him, I was just… surprised. And curious. I walked to the door but paused and turned to him. Before he could utter another word I stood on my toes, pulled him down by his shirt, and kissed him hard. His eyes widened for only a second before kissing me back. He shut the door and lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pressed me against the nearest wall, his breath heavy against my lips as he held me there. His hands slid down my thighs and he lowered me to the ground slowly, his han

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

DAMON’S POV Three cold baths later and I still couldn’t get the image of her out of my head. She had no idea I was punishing myself as well. If I had stayed a second more, I’d have taken her on the bed, right there and then, without a second thought. She was the most perfect human ever to exist. The sight of her cuffed for me, nipples clamped, soaked and trembling… Fuck. It was burned into my skull. The little sounds she made, the way her body twitched every time the clamps buzzed, the way she lifted her hips when I touched her— I gripped the edge of the sink and forced myself to breathe. She wanted more. She begged for more. And that… that nearly broke me. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My jaw was tight, my eyes darker than usual, and my chest still rising and falling like I had run miles. She did that to me. She pushed every boundary I spent years building. I dragged a hand through my hair. She trusted me and that was the problem

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon held my hands even after I stood up and even as we walked through his garden. It was unusual but I had to act normal even though my insides were a mush of nerves. We walked in silence through the huge garden, the sounds of crickets and frogs filling the space between us. The night air was cool against my skin and his hand was warm, almost grounding. He didn’t look at me, not directly, but his thumb brushed my knuckles every minute like he was checking if I was still there. Or maybe he didn’t even realize he was doing it. The thought made my chest tighten. I kept waiting for him to let go, to step back into his usual cold, distant Damon but he didn’t. He kept holding me like it was the most natural thing in the world. We reached the small stone path that led to a huge fountain, almost the size of Father’s pool and he finally paused. I turned to him, unsure of what to say. His eyes flicked to my neckline and I instinctively reached to tug at my

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

GABRIELLE’S POV Cold water slapped my face before my brain understood what happened. One moment I was fighting over a half-bottle of scotch. The next thing I knew, I was underwater, kicking my legs like those useless fish I used to overfeed as a kid. I burst up first, gasping for air, my hair sticking to my face, and my dress floating around me. And there he was — Damon — rising out of the water like this was a normal Tuesday activity for him. He pushed his wet hair back with one hand, completely calm, while I sputtered beside him. “You—” I pointed at him, water dripping down my arm. “You did this.” He looked at me with that blank and emotionless expression I was already getting used to. I gasped as I stared down at my dress. “Look at me. I’m completely wet because of you.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else was going to make you wet, Gabrielle?” My jaw dropped. “You idiot! As if they didn’t hate my outfit enough already. Now my dress is completely see-through.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

GABRIELLE’S POV I could barely contain my smile as I watched Anya’s family members leave. I had no issues with them but I didn’t like how they made me feel. Just a few seconds more and they’d stop existing to me. Anya walked down the stairs, carrying a small bag. “You look pleased, Gabrielle. Are you happy to see us leave?” Everyone else — her mother, three of her aunts, and two of her siblings — turned to look at me. “She’s not,” Damon said, standing behind me. “I am.” They burst into laughter. I cocked my brows. Nothing he said was funny. Lila held on to her grandmother. “I’ll miss you. Can’t you stay another day?” “No,” Damon answered before anyone else could. His tone stayed flat. “They have other plans and places to be.” The grandmother chuckled like he’d told another harmless joke. “You’re such a serious young man, Damon.” Lila let go of her and they walked out of the house. Anya was the last to leave. “Lila might have to stay here for a few da

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon didn’t come back home that night. I tried not to think too much of it, but every hour that passed made the house feel bigger… and colder. I’d have spent my time with Lila but she didn’t even want to speak to me anymore. I didn’t see myself as her stepmother. I never did. I didn’t want to fill a role that wasn’t meant for me. So I called her my friend instead—someone I could laugh with, and someone I could care for without crossing lines. Maybe if I had taken the stepmother route things would have been different. I exhaled and pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder, trying to chase away the sting sitting behind my ribs. The bed felt too big without Damon beside me, and too empty without Lila’s little footsteps running past the door. For the second time since moving into this house, I felt… alone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Anya sent her driver the next morning to pick up Lila. I stood by the door, watching her walk

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

GABRIELLE’S POV “What?” I asked, unsure I heard him correctly. He took my hand and placed it on his chest. I felt his heart beat faster, then steadied again, thumping softly under my palm. His eyes softened. “Gabrielle… let’s just stay this way for a while.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Damon…” I whispered, unsure if I wanted to say more, and unsure if words would ruin this fragile thread between us. “I need you, Gabrielle,” he said, his eyes still on mine. “Touch me.” He took my other hand and placed it on my chest, nudging both hands to move. I caressed his chest, feeling his heart beat spike occasionally, and moved down to his abs. I could feel the tension coiling through him, and the quiet desperation in his gaze urging me on. “Gabrielle…” he murmured, his voice rough, low, and almost broken. “Don’t stop.” I let my hands wander a little further, tracing the planes of his body, feeling the warmth beneath my palms. He turn

CHAPTER FIFTY

GABRIELLE’S POV “I see….a man with many secrets who fears nothing but his emotions,” I said softly. I paused, checking if he’d react to my words. He only nodded. “Go on.” My eyes drifted over his reflection—his jaw, tight with restraint… his shoulders, broad and tense… his eyes, dark and unreadable even as they held mine. “I see someone who carries everything alone,” I continued quietly. “Someone who’s just as damaged as I am, if not more. Someone who shuts the world out because it’s easier than letting anyone in.” There was no reaction from him. “And what else?” he murmured. My chest rose and fell, nerves fluttering inside me. “I see… a man who scares me sometimes,” I whispered, “but not because he’s dangerous. Because I don’t know what I mean to him. And I’m afraid to ask.” It was silent for a couple of seconds and my heartbeat stopped with time. Then Damon leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Gabrielle,” he whispered, his voice low and sin

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