Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

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

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

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

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

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