ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 10

GABRIELLE’S POV

We drove out of town and into a quiet area. I tried to start a conversation but he barely responded.

After a few more tries, I gave up.

Forty five minutes later, he stopped the car in front of a small cemetery.

My chest sank.

“Why are we here?” I asked quietly.

He opened the door. “You wanted to know who the clothes belonged to.”

I got out slowly.

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The wind was still and the air, heavy. Damon walked ahead, and I followed behind him until he stopped before a grave.

The name on the marble stone made my throat tighten.

ALESSIA GRAVARI.

The date showed she had been gone for three years.

I turned to him. “She was your wife?”

His eyes didn’t leave the grave. “My sister.”

I blinked. “Your sister?”

“Do you have a problem with your hearing?” he asked, facing me now.

The audacity of this idiot!

But we were at his sister’s grave so I tried to stay respectful. “I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to her.”

He turned back to the grave. “She died.”

“Yeah I know that,” I almost snapped. “I mean what caused her death?”

“Death,” he said.

It was obvious he didn’t want to share so I stopped bugging him. I turned back to the grave, suddenly feeling terrible about not bringing flowers.

But to be fair, I had no idea we were coming here. The grave looked well kept except for the dead single flower on top.

I picked it up and threw it in a corner.

“Now she has no flowers,” he muttered.

I almost laughed. “You mean flower carcass?”

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Chapter 10

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He didn’t respond and I was already getting used to his silence. I looked around and saw a grave piled up with fresh flowers.

I walked down to the grave and picked up the white rose bouquet.

I walked back and placed the bouquet on Alessia’s grave. “Better?”

Damon stared at the flowers, then at me. “You just robbed a dead woman.”

“She had plenty to spare,” I said. “Sharing is caring.”

His brow lifted slightly, almost like he wanted to smile but refused. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here I am, improving your sister’s view,” I said, brushing off my hands. “Something you’ve proven to be incapable

of.”

He sighed quietly, turned, and started walking back to the car. I followed, trying not to trip over the uneven ground.

When we got inside, I fastened my seatbelt and waited for him to say something. He didn’t.

I tried anyway. “So…. your sister. She was older or younger?”

“Younger,” he said simply.

“Were you close?”

He started the engine. “We were family.”

That was it. No elaboration, no emotion. Just those words.

I leaned back, muttering under my breath, “You really should write a book. ‘How to kill a conversation in three sentences.“”

His hand paused on the gear. “You talk too much.”

“Then maybe you talk too little,” I retorted. “What exactly is your problem? You married me forcefully and refuse to get divorced but for some reasons, you act like you can’t stand me.”

He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

I folded my arms. “You could at least try to act like a normal human being. Or is that too hard for you?”

“Normal?” he repeated, finally turning to me. “You think normal people get drunk, dent a stranger’s car, and beg them to marry them?”

My lips parted. “What? Don’t you dare turn this against me. I was drunk out of my mind.”

He turned to me briefly before concentrating on the road. “Exactly. I’m more normal than you it seems.”

This man was delusional.

Why didn’t anyone warn me about that? Out of all the rumors about him, that would have been the most accurate

I turned to my side of the car and looked out the window as he drove back to the villa.