Todos os capítulos de ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

GABRIELLE’S POV My brows drew together in confusion as I froze. “What?” The expression on Beatrice’s face was a stark contrast to what I’d seen when Damon was with us. The air suddenly turned hostile. “I don’t like repeating myself, girl,” Her voice was devoid of the warmth from earlier. “I heard you were able to crawl your way inside that rock he calls a heart. Damon isn’t capable of love nor is he worthy of it and everyone, including him, knows that. You have to be getting paid to put up this silly act.” “It’s not an act,” I started, my voice wavering. “He’s been married before I just happened to be the sixth one.” Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re just… the latest in a long line of girls he toys with?” “No!” I said, heat rising in my chest. “I didn’t—It’s not like that. I—he’s different with me.” She paused, then burst into a fit of laughter while I stood there, shame crawling up my skin. “Oh my goodness,” she laughed. “You’re so stupid. Damon can never ch

GABRIELLE’S POV The man’s words hung in the air and my pulse hammered in my ears. Damon didn’t move. His stare was locked on the gun and then on the man holding me like I was something he owned. The man chuckled. “So she is the reason.” “Let her go,” Damon said. “You want to leave Bellini high and dry?” the man asked. “For the safety of the people around you, he made me come here to tell you something. He won’t let you go and he asked me to find out what happens when she cries hard enough.” He tugged harder on my hair and I bit my lips to stop a scream from escaping. My scalp felt so sore. I had to touch it to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. I wasn’t. Still, my stomach twisted. “Damon,” I whispered. “Please.” That was all it took. Damon’s head snapped toward me and something broke in his expression. His shoulders tensed and his fists curled so hard I could see the strain in them. “Touch her again,” he said, “and you will not walk out of here.” The man smirk

GABRIELLE’S POV I stared at him, unable to speak. His hand was still on my face and his thumb brushed my cheek like he was trying to keep me calm even though he was the one shaking inside. “What do you mean?” I whispered. He looked away for a moment, like the floor was easier to face than me. His jaw tightened and his chest lifted in a slow breath before he looked at me again. “I caused the event that led to it. That is all you need to know right now.” “That’s not enough,” I said. “You can’t drop something like that and expect me to accept it.” “It is all I can give you right now, Gabrielle,” he said. “The rest is buried too deep and I don’t want you near any of it.” My stomach tightened. “So you admit it. You admit you were involved.” He shook his head. “I admit that I was young and stupid and surrounded by people who wanted to use me. I admit that I made decisions that put my family in danger. And I admit that the weight of that follows me everywhere I go.” His

GABRIELLE’S POV I couldn’t tell if Emily was feigning innocence or if she was really fucked up in the head. My chest squeezed again. “Why? Have you forgotten you planned to kill me and take my inheritance with your loser boyfriend? And have you forgotten how you almost shot me at the penthouse?” She took a step forward. “I’m so sorry, Gabby. You made me miserable growing up. Everyone loved you more, including Father. You were the perfect child and I was a mess. So I decided to be different and hate you because no one else would.” My jaw dropped at her words. She continued. “In a way, Father and the rest of them are to blame for everything. If they had loved me more I wouldn’t have been jealous of you my entire life.” I wanted to pull my hair out of frustration. “Other people are to blame for your actions?” I scoffed. “Enough with the victim mentality, Emily. You’re pure evil. I did nothing but be a good child while you snuck out and stole and brought home bad grades

GABRIELLE’S POV I wiped my face even though the tears were already dry. “You shouldn’t look at me like that. I’m a mess.” “You’re not,” he said quietly. I lowered my gaze. The exhaustion from crying made my voice small. “I didn’t think you would come home this early.” “I told you I’d be back,” he replied as he sat beside me on the floor. The warmth of his words hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. My throat tightened again as he took my hand and lifted it into his lap. His thumb brushed over my knuckles lightly. “Did you eat?” he asked. “No.” He exhaled. “You need to eat.” “I wasn’t hungry.” “You still need to eat.” He stood up and offered his hand. I sighed. “Damon, I’m tired.” “I didn’t ask if you were tired,” he said. “I asked you to get up.” I frowned a little, but I took his hand anyway. He pulled me to my feet without giving me a chance to hesitate. “You’re going to eat,” he said. “Even if it’s just a few bites.” “I don’t want—” “You w