ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 7

GABRIELLE’S POV

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I walked out of the hall long after everyone left. I was planning to get a hotel room, eat junk food, and cry myself to sleep.

I had my first taste of revenge but at what cost?

Father was disappointed in me and he cut me off. Emily promised to make my life a living hell and I knew she meant it.

I sighed heavily as I tried to stop a cab.

A limo stopped in front of me and the window rolled down, exposing Damon Gravari’s cold face.

My brows formed a frown. “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you to round up so we could leave,” he said.

I scoffed. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Damon. Unless it’s about getting a divorce, don’t speak to me again.”

He leaned back in his seat, his expression unreadable. “Get in the car, Gabrielle.”

I folded my arms. “No. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

His jaw ticked. “You think standing on the street alone at this time is a better idea?”

“I can take care of myself,” I snapped.

His eyes flicked to the empty road behind me, then back to my face. “You said the same thing before waking up in my penthouse wearing my ring.”

My chest tightened. “That was a mistake.”

“Maybe,” he said quietly, his gaze intense. “But you’re still my wife.”

The way he said it sent a shiver through me. Maybe I should listen to the rumors about him. He could be very dangerous.

‘I’m not getting in,” I said again, though my voice had lost its edge.

He stepped out of the limo, his tall frame blocking the light from the streetlamp. “You can argue all you want, but you’re not staying here.”

“Why do you even care?”

‘Because you’re mine,” he said simply, and for a moment, his eyes softened, almost imperceptibly “And I always take care of

what’s mine.”

I swallowed hard, my heart thundering in my chest. “You don’t own me, Damon.”

He opened the car door. “Then get in on your own. Don’t make me drag you.”

I hesitated, glaring at him.

Finally, I sighed and slid into the car, muttering. “This doesn’t mean anything?

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He shut the door behind me and climbed in beside me, his voice low. “Keep telling yourself that, wife.”

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We didn’t go to the penthouse this time.

His driver drove us to a very beautiful villa outside town. The lights were on, and the air smelled clean and quiet.

I frowned. “Where are we?”

“My house,” he said, getting out first.

“I thought the penthouse was your house.”

“That’s where I work. This is where I live.”

He walked ahead, and I followed without a word. The house was large but not loud. Everything looked expensive yet calm.

He stopped by the door and turned to me. “You can stay here with me.”

“I didn’t ask for your help. You practically forced me to come with you,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

“You didn’t have to ask for my help.” He opened the door and walked in. “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

“I said I’m fine,” I muttered, stepping in after him.

A woman who looked like she was in her late forties and a man of probably the same age entered the living room.

“Good day, master Damon,” the man started. “And good day…,” he trailed off looking at me.

“Gabrielle,” I said and pasted on a smile. “You can call me Gabby.”

He nodded, unimpressed. “Good day, Miss Gabrielle. I’m George, the butler.”

The woman beside him nudged him with her elbow and he moved away from her.

She smiled warmly at me. “Welcome, Miss Gabby. I’m Susan, the housekeeper. Are you a relative of master Damon?”

Damon took off his suit jacket. “She’s my wife.”

Susan’s eyes widened. “Your wife?”

I froze, “Excuse me?”

He didn’t even glance at me as he handed his jacket to the butler. “You heard me.”

The woman smiled wider, clearly delighted. “Oh, how wonderful! You never told us you were married, sir.”

“That’s because it happened recently,” he said, loosening his tie

I turned to him, my voice coming out in a whisper. “What are you doing introducing me like that!”

“Making sure they know who you are,” he replied quietly, then looked to Susan “Could you show her to the guest room?”

“Of course,” she said. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

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I glared at him but he turned away.

I followed her upstairs, my steps heavy. The house was too quiet and too neat but I could still feel Damon’s presence even from below.

The woman opened a door at the end of the hall. “This will be your room, Miss Gabby. If you need anything, press the bell on the wall.”

“Thank you,” I said.

She nodded and left.

As soon as the door closed, I exhaled and sat on the bed. My hands were shaking. I stared at the wall for a long moment, thinking about Emily and Father before standing again.

I walked to the window and saw Damon outside by the pool, speaking on the phone.

There was something about him. I’d never seen a man who barely smiled but somehow, he was loved by his staff.

Maybe I was quick to judge him.

The knock on the door drew my attention. I opened it to find Susan there with a few clothes for me to change into.

“So your boss just happened to have dresses in his house?” I asked.

Susan smiled lightly, setting the folded clothes on the bed. “Not exactly, miss. They were kept here a while ago. I thought you might need something comfortable for dinner.”

I frowned. “Kept here? By who?”

She hesitated just long enough for me to notice. “A guest from before.”

“Oh.” I tried to sound uninterested. “And she left her things behind?”

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