ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 184

EPILOGUE

GABRIELLE’S POV

THREE YEARS LATER

Life had been great.

We finally moved and got married in the garden of our new home, and in the company of family and close friends.

Except Beatrice.

All of Damon’s ex–wives flew to Italy to attend the wedding–including Anya.

Surprisingly, she was civil and I didn’t sense any hostility from her. Maybe a few months away was exactly what she needed.

My wedding gown and Fiorella’s maid of honor dress, were designed by me.

Not even pregnancy could slow me down.

I now owned a fashion brand, and it was more successful than I’d ever imagined.

I wanted to be more than Mrs Gravari and a Vanderbilt heiress. I wanted my own legacy, to leave my mark in the world.

And I did.

Our cute daughter was born months later, and I requested to be placed on birth control immediately.

But Damon opted for a reversible vasectomy instead, as my hormones were still all over the place.

He joined the doctors in delivering the baby and from the experience, we both decided we weren’t having any more kids.

It had been more than two years since then and we were still strong in our decision.

I watched from the doorway with a camera as Lila and Aria played with their father’s hair.

I took a few photos that would definitely go

on a bigger frame in the girls‘ room, then started recording a video.

They had clipped up a few pieces of Damon’s hair already.

I tried to hold back my laugh–and failed, the sound causing them to turn to me.

I laughed even harder at Damon’s heavily powered face.

The girls rushed towards me, Aria waddling behind her big sister, and dragged me by my dress into the room.

“Hey, be gentle with mummy, girls,” I said, trying to steady the camera.

Damon shook his head, an evil smirk on his face. “No, girls, Bring mummy to me.”

He was so happy looking like a complete pink–faced mess.

They giggled and pulled harder, nearly yanking me off my feet.

“Traitors,” I said, laughing as they dragged me toward him.

Damon caught me by the waist before I could protest, pulling me down onto the bed beside him.

The camera nearly slipped from my hands.

“Damon-

“Say cheese,” he said dryly, turning my own camera on me.

“Don’t you dare-”

He took the photo.

“Delete that,” I said immediately.

“Absolutely not.” He was already sending it to his phone. “This is my home screen now.”

“Damon-”

Aria climbed onto my lap and pressed both her small palms against my cheeks, squishing them together. ” Mummy pretty.”

My heart melted completely.

She had copied that from Damon.

“She’s right,” Damon said, lowering the camera. His eyes met mine and the smirk softened. “Mummy is very pretty.”

My face burned.

Four years together and I loved him even more than I ever did.

Lila snatched a clip from the pile beside her father and rushed to me with the most serious expression on her adorable face.

She clipped it into my hair.

Then stepped back and nodded, satisfied.

Aria–who was obsessed with everything her big sister did–followed suit.

Damon looked between us bother hiding.

–

his wife, his daughters and something crossed his expression that he didn’t

I reached up and touched his jaw.

He turned and kissed my palm without a word, our eyes saying everything we couldn’t say in front of the kids.

A knock came on the open door,

Susan was standing there with a cake.

She had pleaded to mo

with us, and I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

I loved having her around and the girls adored her.

“Who wants cake?” she asked in a sing–song voice,

Lila and Aria dropped the clips and ran after her excitedly.

Once we were alone, Damon lay on top of me and started planting kisses all over my face.

I moved to walk away when I felt a soft spank on my ass.

I spun sharply. “Damon!”

He just winked at me and walked into the bathroom, a huge bulge in the front of his pants.

A huge bulge that I wanted to hump on.

But instead, I let out a small laugh and went to answer the door.

Fiorella was standing there, Rhys a few steps behind her.

“Oh, it’s been a while, Fiorella,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “You haven’t been responding to my text since yesterday. I wished you a happy birthday this morning.”

We pulled away and held each other’s hands.

“It’s a long story,” she said. “Can we come in?”

I stepped aside. “Of course.”

She nodded and walked past me into the house but when Rhys moved, I blocked his path.

“Where have you been for the past year?”

I asked, my voice low. “Your brother has been worried sick, Rhys.”

He looked away for a moment, then turned back to me. “It’s a long story. Is he in?”

“Yes.”

“Can I please come in, sister–in–law?” he asked.

Thesitated briefly, then moved out of the way.

on was already coming down the stairs when we entered the living room.

darkened when he saw Rhys. “You fucking-”

!” I cut him off. “Be nice to your brother.”

I cine, then back to Rhys.

His gaze flickered to

“Good to know you’re not dead,” he said grumpily.

That was exactly nice, but it was a start.

“It’s good to see you too, brother,” Rhys responded.

Fiorella turned to look at him and they whispered something briefly in low tones before straightening up.

Rhys clapped his hands together. “Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, we have something we would like to share with you.”

Damon and I exchanged glances.

“What?” I asked.

Rhys moved to wrap one arm around Fiorella, staring down at her softly. “We’re in love.”

“And we just got married,” Fiorella added.