ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

GABRIELLE’S POV

My body grew taut.

“I was just looking around,” I said and cleared my throat. “You didn’t exactly offer to give me a tour of the villa.”

He took a step into the room, his expression cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

His voice was even colder it sent a chill dow my spine.

“I didn’t know it was off limits.”

His jaw tightened. “It is.”

I looked around once more, refusing to back down. “Who does this room belong to?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes moved to the picture frame still in my hand.

I set it down carefully on the nightstand without looking at it. “Your silence says enough.”

“Gabrielle,” he said quietly. “Go get some sleep.”

I met his eyes. “You keep a room like this locked away and expect me not to ask questions?”

He exhaled slowly. “Go back to bed.”

“I just-”

“Now.”

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The edge in his voice made my stomach twist. I brushed past him slowly, the air thick with tension, and stepped into the hallway.

Just before I walked away, I heard him close the door behind me and lock it. I decided to keep my curiosity in check.

At least until morning.

I woke up with a jolt the next morning.

I had a nightmare that Emily was chasing me with a chainsaw, wanting to rip off my face and wear it. It was a different kind of chill seeing my face attack me in my dream.

A knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said, adjusting my nightdress.

The door pushed open and George, the butler walked in holding a box. “Good morning, Mrs Gravari

I almost rolled my eyes at the name but I didn’t want to be rude. “Good morning, George. How was your night?”

A frown formed on his face. “You’re mistaken if you think I’m here for small talk?

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I wondered why he was always cold to me. Like boss, like staff.

I arched a brow. “Then what are you here for?”

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He stepped further into the room. “Breakfast. Master Damon’s orders. You’re to eat and be ready by nine. He said you should wear this.”

I sat up straighter. “Really?”

“Yes. He said, and I quote, Tell my wife to look presentable.”

My lips parted. “He said that?”

George gave me a pointed look. “Word for word.”

I muttered under my breath, “Unbelievable.”

He placed the box on the table and turned to leave, then paused at the door. “Mrs. Gravari?”

‘What now?”

He hesitated, his tone softening. “The master doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

And I don’t like to stay curious either but here we were.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Then he’ll have to get used to disappointment.”

I got to the dining room and found him sitting and staring into space. What was wrong with this man?

I cleared my throat. “Good morning.”

‘Morning, wife. You took your time,” he said, his eyes finally turning to me as I sat down.

‘Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He shrugged. “Someone gets cranky before breakfast.”

Lignored his comment. “I’m getting a lawyer today to look into those files I signed. We are getting a divorce. I’ll leave for a hotel after I finish shopping for new clothes today.”

He raised his head. “Why?”

“Why not?” I asked. “I left my clothes at Father’s house. I can’t go back there when he’s still mad at me. I need to get new clothes as I’m sick of wearing the clothes of some mystery woman”

He took a sip from his tea. “I’m talking about the divorce. Why do you want it?”

“Damon, I have no recollection of that night,” I responded. “I woke up with a rock for a ring on my finger and for all I know you must have forced it on me.”

“I didn’t force it on you,” he said.

“Well, I don’t care,” I snapped. “I need to finalize our divorce and get out of the country, Maybe go to tropical island and off the grid forever”

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