ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 88

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

GABRIELLE’S POV

“That fucking bastard!”

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I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary, annoyed at Damon but even more annoyed at myself for not expecting him to turn back into the impenetrable wall that he was.

One minute we were having fun and spending time together. Next, he ordered me to go inside, as if I were his staff and not his wife.

I walked into the kitchen and dropped the ice cream on the counter, my appetite completely gone.

Screw Damon!

Screw him to hell and back.

“Poor ice cream,” I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I turned to the doorway. “I’m not in the mood, Beatrice.”

She smiled and stepped into the kitchen. “I guess I was wrong then. It’s not poor ice cream, it’s poor you.”

“Excuse me?”

Beatrice sat on one of the kitchen chairs and leaned over the counter. “You’re upset aren’t you? You and my grandnephew must have fought. And now, he’s spending time with the woman he should have married instead. They drove off to somewhere… private.”

My chest tightened.

After everything, he sent me away so he could take Selene out for a drive. What exactly did he take me for?

“I guess,” she continued, “that must be upsetting to you. But you should understand that you can’t come between soulmates.”

I swallowed the bile that rose to my throat. “With all due respect, stop talking to me.”

Her smile widened. “I see. You don’t like hearing the truth. Well, that’s too bad because I love saying the truth.”

I was this close to my fucking limits.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked.

Beatrice and I were separated by the counter, and she tapped her nails against the countertop, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“I want Damon,” she said.

I raised a brow and forced out a dry laugh. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s way too young for you. And he’s related to you, so isn’t that sick?”

“You know what I mean,” she said coldly. “I want him and Selene together.”

“Why?” I asked. “So the two of you can plan how to exploit him?”

Her mouth parted to respond, but I cut her off.

“No. I don’t care why you want them together. The both of you can wait until next year.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I know your next move, and I’m not going to let you trap him with a baby.”

“He already has a child with his first wife,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “And he still divorced her. Are you saying

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you’re threatened by me? Threatened by the fact that I can make him feel?”

Something unreadable flickered across her eyes. She stood, took a bottle of water from the fridge, and poured herself a glass instead of returning to her seat.

She took a slow sip. “Damon might be able to feel emotions because of you, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to love you. He loved Selene once, and he can do it again.”

I went completely still.

I didn’t have a comeback, and what scared me most was that part of me believed her. My chest tightened and a dull ringing filled

my ears.

The thought of them together right now, doing God–knows–what, made my stomach churn.

It shouldn’t concern me.

It wasn’t my business.

And I didn’t have feelings for him.

So why did it feel like my heart was about to be ripped out of my chest?

Beatrice watched me over the rim of her glass with clear satisfaction. “His mother might not be alive to bring them back together, but before she died, she told me to look after him. And I intend to keep my promise to her.”

I scoffed. “You mean look after his money. Isn’t that what you’re really after?”

She ignored the question, setting her glass down gently on the counter. “Damon and Selene dated from their teenage years into their twenties. Even when his father punished him for being in love, they still found ways to sneak off together.”

That made my stomach twist.

Damon’s father had to be cruelly strict to punish a teenager for being in love. I didn’t like hearing about their past, but I stayed silent and listened anyway.

Beatrice leaned back against the counter, clearly pleased she had my attention. “She was the only thing he ever fought his father over and the only rule he ever broke willingly.”

My nails dug into my palm. “People change.”

“Damon doesn’t,” she replied smoothly. “He adapts. There’s a difference.”

I swallowed. “If he wanted Selene then why did he marry five other women? Why did he marry me?”

Her gaze sharpened. “Because you were convenient and desperate.” She tilted her head. “Yes, I know whose daughter you are now. And I know how your sister and fiancé snuck around behind your back.”

A lump formed in my throat.

Something hot and ugly rose in my chest but I didn’t respond.

She shook her head and waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not what I’m here to talk about though. I’m here to talk about

Selene.”

My fingers curled into my palms.

“She’s a very beautiful woman, isn’t she?” Beatrice asked but didn’t give me a chance to respond. “They were so in love with each other and they were only teenagers. A love that strong doesn’t disappear because of distance.”

I felt sick all of a sudden.

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“But it did disappeared, didn’t it?” I asked.

She sighed. “I’d say it paused, but it’s nothing a little matchmaking can’t fix. His mother would be happy in her grave when I succeed in bringing them back together.”

My chest ached in a way I didn’t know how to explain. If Damon was with Selene right now, then Beatrice wasn’t wrong.

She heaved a sigh, shaking her head as if she pitied me. “That’s too bad for you though, you poor little girl. Damon will never love you. Why don’t you just wrap it up and leave to avoid future embarrassment?”

I said nothing, even though my chest was tight.

Beatrice set her glass down on the counter and walked around it until she stood directly in front of me.

“My grandnephew and Selene have decades on you,” she said, a smile curling her lips. “When their love story began, you were still a toddler.”

My jaw clenched. “And yet, he still chose to marry other women–not her.”

Her smile faded. “Don’t be delusional, love. He only let her go because she ended things with him, not the other way

My heart stuttered.

around.”

“I know you were disowned, and then you met Damon,” she continued. “He’s rich and obviously very good–looking, so you decided to latch onto him. And now that you can make him feel, your next move will be to baby–trap him. I won’t let that happen.‘

Something prickled behind my eyelids but I held back my tears.

She walked back to her seat. “His first and only love is back, and your time is up. You might think you’re using him but darling, he’s been using you the whole time.”

I blinked back my tears, not wanting to cry in front of her but she could already see me tearing up.

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