ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 59

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DAMON’S POV

I stood by the window watching the sun set. I was done with all my meetings except the most important one.

The door opened and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Beatrice.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Beatrice cooed, the way she always did when she wanted something. “One of your errand boys told me you

wanted to see me. I came as fast as I could.”

I slowly turned around.

She stepped closer. “You have never sent for me before now. What’s wrong?”

“Take a seat,” I said coldly.

She hesitated, staring at me with a confused expression before sitting. “Can you please stop with the suspense? What happened?”

“You tell me,” I responded. “Tell me what happened to Gabrielle in the powder room.”

Her face paled. “Oh, that? Nothing happened. We just talked and that was it. What are you talking about?”

I turned to face the window again because the sight of her pretending to be innocent was getting on my nerves.

“Whatever she said happened is a lie,” she continued. “She wants to destroy our family.”

I almost laughed except I never found anything funny. How could Gabrielle destroy what already was?

“What did you say to her?” I asked, still looking out the window and watching the town go about its day.

“To whom?” She asked, her voice high–pitched.

“What did you say to Gabrielle?”

“You know I am an old woman. Who’s Gabrielle?”

I turned sharply. “My wife. What did you say to her in the powder room?”

She sighed. “You mean your sixth plaything? That whore of a girl? Please. I only told her what she needed to hear.”

I took the seat across from her, keeping my expression flat even though my patience was slipping.

“What exactly did she need to hear?” I asked.

Beatrice lifted her chin. “The truth. Someone had to tell her she doesn’t belong here. She needed to understand her place.”

I watched her for a long moment. “And you thought insulting her, threatening her, and telling her lies was the best way to do that.”

Her eyes widened. “Lies? Damon, please. I only told her what every woman should know before she embarrasses herself Girls like her don’t last. They get replaced.”

I kept my voice calm. “And what gave you theright to do that?”

Beatrice blinked. “What?”

“You heard me, grand–aunt,” I said. “Who gave you the right to do that to my wife?”

Beatrice laughed, but it came out strained. “Wife? Damon, you go through women like water. This one is no different. She’s a distraction, and a phase you’ll soon get bored with. When that happens, I have a solid replacement for her ”

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“Who gave you the right to do that?” I asked again, my voice calm.

Beatrice’s smile faltered. “Damon, don’t take that tone with me. I’m only trying to protect you and protect our family.”

I stared at her. “By disrespecting my wife?”

“She is not-” She stopped herself, exhaled sharply, and tried again. “She is not suitable for you. I’m doing what any elder would do. I was only guiding you.”

I leaned forward slightly. “I did not ask for your guidance.”

She swallowed. “You never do. That’s why someone has to step in. Someone has to keep you from making a fool of our family name.”

I didn’t blink. “So you decided to do it.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she snapped. “And you’re too blinded by a pretty face to see the truth.”

I tilted my head a little. “And what truth is that?”

“That she’s beneath you,” Beatrice hissed. “She’s beneath this family. She’s beneath everything you’ve built and she will drag

down.”

you

I stayed quiet for a moment.

Then-

“Who,” I repeated, each word slow and calm, “gave you the right to do that?”

Her throat bobbed. “I–I–I don’t need permission to look out for you.”

“You need permission to touch what belongs to me.”

Beatrice stiffened. “That whore doesn’t belong to you.”

I slammed my fist on the desk, hard enough to make her jump and pull back.

“Call her that again and you’ll walk out of here without your tongue, grand–aunt,” I snapped, my patience already worn out.

Beatrice was silent for a moment, her eyes widened in shock. Then her face reddened in anger.

“Are you threatening your only living relative who cares about you?” She asked, leaning her elbows on the table.

“Yes, I am,” I responded without hesitation.

Her lips parted but it seemed like she had a hard time finding her words. “But… I already had someone more suitable for you. Someone who’s into psychology and can help you feel your emotions in time.”

My blood was boiling and I could barely keep it together. I’d never left this emotion or any other kind since that terrible day until Gabrielle came into my life.

“Gabrielle makes me feel so if that’s what you’re worried about then I gladly inform you that you don’t have to find another wite for me,” I replied.

She scoffed and looked away. “I highly doubt/that. I believe you want to give up on finding the right woman. Why would you settle for that girl?”

My gaze narrowed. “It’s the other way around. She settled for me.”

She shook her head, her scowl deepening. “She’s way beneath you. She’s a nobody from an unknown family with no class or

status.”

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Gabrielle was one of the Vanderbilt heiresses. Even though their father had cut them off, I knew he would eventually forgive them.

“You forget you’re nothing without my monthly cheques,” I said as I stood and walked back to the window. “If I were you, I’d watch my mouth.”

Her heels clicked against the floor as she approached me. “Damon-”

I raised a hand before she could continue, cutting her off. “If you’re not ready to tell me what happened in that powder room, leave and never speak to me again.”

After a few seconds, I heard her sigh. “Fine. I told her you killed your mother and your sister.”

I nodded. “I’m aware. What else did you say?”

“I told her to tell me how much she was paid to pretend,” she continued, her voice lower now. “I didn’t believe you were really in love with her.”

My jaw clenched.

In love?

I wouldn’t go as far as saying that but I couldn’t deny it either.

“What else happened?”

“I- Nothing else.”

I knew she was lying.

“If I have to find out myself you know the consequences would be worse, right?” I asked, turning to look at her. “Tell me what you did.”

Her eyes watered but I didn’t care.

“I slapped her on the face,”

I heaved a shaky breath and stepped closer to her so there was only a slight distance between us.

“Listen closely. I couldn’t care less you don’t like her,” I started. “I couldn’t care less if you think she’s low class. But what I can’t handle, is you disrespecting her.”

She took two cautious steps back, her hands visibly shaking.

“Touch her again and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do with your hands,” I said calmly. “Disrespect my wite again and I’ll make sure you start begging on the streets for food. How ironic it would be for you to be one of the people you despise.”

A sharp gasp tore from her mouth but before she could speak, I held my hand up again.

“Save your breath, Beatrice Leave. Now,” I finished.

She wanted to argue but the look on my face gave no room for argument. Hesitantly, she picked up her bag and walked out of my office, the door shutting softly behind her.

Texhaled and looked at my wristwatch. It was already getting too late and I was missing my vapper.

She wouldn’t be much of a talkative tonight anyway as she was still sad over her sister.

I picked up my briefcase and keys before stepping out of my office.

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GABRIELLE’S POV

I had lost count of how long I’d been sitting by the fireplace.

The flames were low now, just soft cracks and faint light. My body felt drained and heavy, like everything inside me had been wrung out.

The tears had dried on my cheeks hours ago, leaving tight marks on my skin. I didn’t bother wiping them. I didn’t even bother moving.

I just sat there, staring at the fire that couldn’t warm me. I let out a shaky breath and pressed my forehead against my knees.

As the door pushed open, I turned and there he was, Damon, looking as handsome as ever.

His gaze was soft.

I managed a weak teasing smile. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

He stepped into the room, already freshened up from work. “I missed you.”

My smile faded fast, and my breath hitched.

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