All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

GABRIELLE’S POV I settled for a red dress and had my cleavage covered this time since there would be kids at the event. When I stepped into the living area Damon was already waiting for me in his usual black suit. He had his back to me, speaking Italian on the phone, with a perfume bottle in his hand. The sounds of my heels on the floor made him turn. His eyes ran over me once and he ended the call. “You look gorgeous, Gabrielle.” I smiled despite myself, my stomach fluttering. “Thank you.” “Are you wearing that because of last time?” He asked, a frown on his face. “This isn’t your usual style.” I knew he was referring to Lila’s birthday party where Anya’s mother openly disapproved of my dress. “It’s just one night without showing my cleavage,” I said. “I’ll be fine.” “I won’t be.” I raised a brow as I walked past him. “That sounds like a you problem.” He walked behind me into the elevator. “I don’t want you wearing things you don’t like to please them.“

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

GABRIELLE’S POV Selene took a step further into the room, holding her hands together behind her back. “That was hard to watch.” She was referring to my fight with Anya but I ignored her comment. “There’s nothing for us to chat about,” I responded calmly. A sharp contrast to how I felt inside. Her smile remained polite. “Of course, there is. I’m certain Damon must have told you who I am but nobody told me about you.” I held her gaze. “I didn’t realize introductions were mandatory.” “They aren’t,” she said easily. “I just like to know who’s important to the people I care about.” That landed softly, but it landed. She was admitting to still caring about Damon and thinks I’m important to him. Was I? I met her gaze in the mirror as I turned to use my mascara. “Then now you do.” She hummed, stepping closer to the sink but leaving space between us. “I suppose I do. You look… different from what I imagined.” I lifted a brow. “And what did you imagine?” She smi

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

GABRIELLE’S POV They didn’t stop walking until the music dulled and the laughter became distant, swallowed by a narrow corridor lined with framed photos of people. We entered a well-lit room and Cassie released my arm first. Naomi didn’t. “Do you have any idea how bad that made you look?” Naomi hissed, finally letting go. “Refusing to apologize in the middle of a family event?” Cassie crossed her arms. “Why would you even hurt Lila? She’s a sweet little girl.” I sighed, tired of using the same line in one night. “I didn’t hurt her, she fell on her own. How many times do I have to say it before anyone believes me?” They exchanged glances. “That’s not what Anya said,” Naomi said. Cassie shifted on her feet, folding her arms across her chest. “And that’s not Lila said either.” My chest tightened. “Lila is six,” I said slowly. “She repeats what she hears. That doesn’t make her a liar, it makes her a child. Anya on the other hand isn’t a child.” Naomi scoffed. “S

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon’s eyes fell on me and I felt my breath hitch slightly. I held his gaze, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn’t. “Oh, hi Gabrielle,” Selene said, snapping the tension between us. I turned to her and managed my usual polite smile. “Hi, Selene. What were you guys talking about?” She giggled, as if I had said something funny. “We were just talking about funny moments of his mother and reminiscing about how sweet she was.” I blinked, not expecting her response. I could tell she had been waiting to throw that in my face all night. I cleared my throat. “Oh, that’s nice. Must be good memories, then.” She shook her head slowly. “No, not really. Today is her death anniversary. I noticed Damon here was drinking a lot so I decided to cheer him up.” Yay, someone is excited to be a jester. I turned to Damon, my chest tightening. I had no idea that today meant that much to him. I had no idea that was why he was punishing himself. He did tel

CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE

GABRIELLE’S POV I looked around, dread crawling up my spine. I knew if I ever got close to my sister again, either one of us might end up dead. And it would most likely be me. Mrs Raymond noticed my reaction. “It was you I saw outside, right? Emily has green eyes and you have brown. The one outside had brown eyes.” She had to be wearing contacts then. I forced an awkward laugh. “Yes, of course. I changed because of a stain on my other dress.” She nodded slowly, her eyes observing me from head to toe. “You look good. What are you doing here? Ever since your father disowned both of you we barely see you around.” The smile on my face was beginning to ache in my jaw. “Erm… I’ll try to come around.” Mrs. Raymond hummed, unconvinced, but polite enough not to press. “You should. Your father is just mad. He’ll calm down and you all can be a family again.” My chest tightened at the mention of him. I nodded anyway, because that was what people like her expected. I glan

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX

GABRIELLE’S POV By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed. John’s death — even though the man was a rude fuck — only reminded me how fickle life was and how much I hadn’t been living The police, along with John’s family lawyer, arrived early in the morning. Martha dabbed at her eyes with a tissue that looked suspiciously dry for someone who claimed she’d been devastated all night. I stood beside Damon as the cops questioned her. “I just—” her voice cracked on cue, and one of the officers leaned forward slightly. “John had a weak heart. I always told him not to get too excited but he never listened.” One of the officers glanced around the room. “Does he have any heart-related issues?” She sniffed, pressing the tissue harder now, as if willing tears to appear. “Yes. He would faint occasionally. I thought last night was the

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

GABRIELLE’S POV I folded my arms across my chest. “There’s no way in hell I’m going in there, Damon.” He tilted his head, studying me from the doorway of the tattoo shop. “This is just one out of the many things I want to do with you. You wanted to live, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did,” I answered. “But I didn’t know your idea of living involved getting a tattoo.” He exhaled and reached out to cup my cheeks. “It’s not. This is just the beginning. What exactly are you scared of, Gabrielle?” His question caught me off guard. My mouth parted to respond but nothing came out. His palm was warm against my cheeks but his eyes were cold. “You don’t have to get inked immediately,” he said after I didn’t respond. “You can watch me get one. Or are you scared?” I frowned. “Of course, I’m not.” “Good,” he responded. “Getting rid of fear is the first step to living.” I nodded slowly and took a deep breath to calm myself down. He pulled away and opened the door. The

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

GABRIELLE’S POV “That fucking bastard!” I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary, annoyed at Damon but even more annoyed at myself for not expecting him to turn back into the impenetrable wall that he was. One minute we were having fun and spending time together. Next, he ordered me to go inside, as if I were his staff and not his wife. I walked into the kitchen and dropped the ice cream on the counter, my appetite completely gone. Screw Damon! Screw him to hell and back. “Poor ice cream,” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned to the doorway. “I’m not in the mood, Beatrice.” She smiled and stepped into the kitchen. “I guess I was wrong then. It’s not poor ice cream, it’s poor you.” “Excuse me?” Beatrice sat on one of the kitchen chairs and leaned over the counter. “You’re upset aren’t you? You and my grandnephew must have fought. And now, he’s spending time with the woman he should have married instead. They drove off to somewhere… pri

CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE

DAMON’S POV I parked the car in front of my father’s mansion. Even though the place was long deserted and held traumatic memories for me, I still made sure I had the cleaning staff on payroll. So when Selene led me there, alarm bells had already gone off in my head. She never did anything without a reason, and she would have never led me here unless she was certain of the outcome. I stepped out of the car and shut the door, my gaze sweeping the compound out of habit. Everything still looked the same except for the fact that it was quiet now. It used to feel like home to me but all I could feel when I stared at it was… nothing. “Oh, stop looking so grim,” she said, a proud smile on her face. “You’re going to be grateful when I show you what I did.” I let her lead the way, my gaze unwavering on her as she took me to the back of the main house, near the route to the staff quarters. Memories I had tried to forget kept resurfacing with each step I took. Somehow, the

CHAPTER NINETY

GABRIELLE’S POV I was just done packing my bags when I heard a knock on my door. I froze. What if it was Damon? No, I couldn’t let him see me like this. I got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, wiping my tears with the hem of my shirt. But my mascara was smudged and it wouldn’t come off unless I washed my face. “Gabrielle?” Fiorella’s voice floated into the room. “Are you decent? I’m coming in.” Shit. There was no way I could reach the bathroom before she walked in so I just gave up. The door pushed open, and she walked in, her hair still wet from the shower. She froze when she saw my face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” My shoulders dropped. “I wish I knew.” Her eyes took in my appearance and turned to the bags beside my bed. “Gabby, are you leaving?” I nodded, blinking back the fresh tears that threatened to spill. “I am.” She entered the room and shut the door behind her. “Did you fight with Damon?” I shook my head, not wanting to s

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