ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

GABRIELLE’S POV

I swirled around in my wedding dress with a big smile on my face.

I was finally getting married to the love of my life, and life couldn’t be any better. We had met a year ago and he made me the happiest woman alive the night he proposed to me.

“Wow, that’s the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve laid my eyes on, Gabrielle,” Emily, my identical twin sister cooed, breaking into my thoughts.

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Emily. This feels like a dream. I can’t believe this is my life now.”

“Jared doesn’t deserve you, sister,” she said. “Look how beautiful you are. No man deserves this.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Emily. You’re the best sister a girl could ask for. You know that right?”

Emily and I grew up with our single father who refused to remarry after our mother died during childbirth. Our father was the best man in the world and made sure we got the best of everything growing up.

Now after getting our degrees at the age of twenty-three, I was finally getting married.

I sighed. “I wish I could share this day with you, sister.”

“Forget about me,” she said and wrapped her arms around me from behind while we held each other’s gaze in the mirror. “Today is all about you.”

Her phone pinged on the dresser and my eyes caught the message.

“Meet me before the wedding. I got you something sexy,” the message read by a contact saved as LOML.

Emily snatched her phone but it was too late. I already saw it.

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

Her face turned beet red. “We just started seeing each other and I was waiting until after you get married. The spotlight is yours, sister.”

I held her hands. “You know I’ve always shared everything with you.”

She nodded. “I know but I wanted today to be all about you, okay? So we will talk about this later. Your husband-to-be is already waiting for you on the aisle.”

“And so is yours,” I winked at her as I pushed her out of the room. “Go to him now because I want you back before the wedding starts.”

She laughed as she walked out.

I picked up my phone and texted Jared, my fiancé but he wasn’t responding. He was still getting ready for the wedding.

After waiting for ten minutes, I decided to pay him and the groomsmen a visit.

The hallway outside my suite smelled faintly of roses and fresh linen. Every step sent my heart fluttering faster.

I was getting married.

MARRIED!

I could already picture Jared in his tux. His sharp jawline, messy brown hair, and that boyish smile that made me fall in love with him in the first place.

He wasn’t perfect, but he was mine.

As I approached the lounge, the sound of muffled laughter drifted through the door. I grinned and gently pushed the door open without knocking.

“Babe?”

My smile faltered as I stepped in. The sound of laughter was coming from the TV.

“Jared?” I called out.

There was still no response. The hotel room looked like someone had been there but aside from that, there was no sign of the man I was marrying in less than an hour.

I decided to check the bathroom.

I wished I hadn’t.

Because my jaw fell at the sight of Jared with my twin sister in the shower. She was wearing a black lace lingerie and he was plunging into her from behind while she leaned against the wall.

The bartender came back with another six rounds of shots. “Ma’am, you’ve been drinking for almost two hours now. I won’t serve you anymore after this.”

“Shut the fuck up, okay?” I snapped. “After what I just told you I can drink the whole goddamn bar if I please.”

The bartender’s expression turned into pity and it made me feel even worse.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” I snapped again. “I’m not pathetic.”

Eyes were beginning to turn to the hysterical woman in a wedding dress but I didn’t care. The other bartender walked up to us.

“Ma’am, please bring it down. Or we’d be forced to escort you out of the premises,” he said.

“How dare you?” I spat. “Do you know who I am? I can fucking buy this pathetic bar.”

The first bartender spoke. “She’s had a rough day.”

“So have we,” the second one said, beckoning at security. “Suck it up or leave.”

The bouncer got closer. “Is there a problem here?”

“Please escort this lady out. We have VVIPs here tonight and she’s causing a ruckus,” the second bartender spoke up.

“Come with me, ma’am,” the bouncer said.

I frowned at him. “No and you can’t make me so don’t bother.”

He held my arm. “Ma’am it’s within my job to get rid of you and by force if I have to.”

“Get your hands away from the lady,” a voice said behind us.

We turned and my eyes fell on the most good-looking man I’d ever seen in my life.