ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD

Gabrielle ran from her wedding to Jared… and woke up wearing Damon’s ring.

He’s cold, wealthy, and dangerously irresistible — a man who swore he couldn’t feel anything.

Until her.

She’s the runaway bride he turned into his wife.

Now she’s trapped in his penthouse wearing his shirt, his ring… and maybe, just maybe, teaching him how to feel again.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING

This story is intended strictly for adult audiences aged 18 and above.

The book explores passion, desire, power, and emotional conflict, delving into the complexities of love, lust, and control. It features dark romance elements, including manipulation, obsession, dominance, moral ambiguity, toxic dynamics, and unhealthy relationships portrayed solely for plot purposes.

These themes are not meant to be romanticized, endorsed, or implemented in real life.

Readers should expect graphic sexual descriptions, BDSM, explicit language, and mature emotional themes, as well as elements of dark humor, identity crisis, childhood trauma, and emotional numbness. Due to the intensity of these topics, reader discretion is strongly advised.

This story is written for entertainment and storytelling purposes only. The author does not endorse or glorify harmful behavior.

Copyright © 2025 by Siemuri Daniella. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER ONE

GABRIELLE’S POV

I swirled around in my wedding dress with a big smile on my face.

I was finally getting married to the love of my life, and life couldn’t be any better. We had met a year ago and he made me the happiest woman alive the night he proposed to me.

“Wow, that’s the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve laid my eyes on, Gabrielle,” Emily, my identical twin sister cooed, breaking into my thoughts.

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Emily. This feels like a dream. I can’t believe this is my life now.”

“Jared doesn’t deserve you, sister,” she said. “Look how beautiful you are. No man deserves this.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Emily. You’re the best sister a girl could ask for. You know that right?”

Emily and I grew up with our single father who refused to remarry after our mother died during childbirth. Our father was the best man in the world and made sure we got the best of everything growing up.

Now after getting our degrees at the age of twenty-three, I was finally getting married.

I sighed. “I wish I could share this day with you, sister.”

“Forget about me,” she said and wrapped her arms around me from behind while we held each other’s gaze in the mirror. “Today is all about you.”

Her phone pinged on the dresser and my eyes caught the message.

“Meet me before the wedding. I got you something sexy,” the message read by a contact saved as LOML.

Emily snatched her phone but it was too late. I already saw it.

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

Her face turned beet red. “We just started seeing each other and I was waiting until after you get married. The spotlight is yours, sister.”

I held her hands. “You know I’ve always shared everything with you.”

She nodded. “I know but I wanted today to be all about you, okay? So we will talk about this later. Your husband-to-be is already waiting for you on the aisle.”

“And so is yours,” I winked at her as I pushed her out of the room. “Go to him now because I want you back before the wedding starts.”

She laughed as she walked out.

I picked up my phone and texted Jared, my fiancé but he wasn’t responding. He was still getting ready for the wedding.

After waiting for ten minutes, I decided to pay him and the groomsmen a visit.

The hallway outside my suite smelled faintly of roses and fresh linen. Every step sent my heart fluttering faster.

I was getting married.

MARRIED!

I could already picture Jared in his tux. His sharp jawline, messy brown hair, and that boyish smile that made me fall in love with him in the first place.

He wasn’t perfect, but he was mine.

As I approached the lounge, the sound of muffled laughter drifted through the door. I grinned and gently pushed the door open without knocking.

“Babe?”

My smile faltered as I stepped in. The sound of laughter was coming from the TV.

“Jared?” I called out.

There was still no response. The hotel room looked like someone had been there but aside from that, there was no sign of the man I was marrying in less than an hour.

I decided to check the bathroom.

I wished I hadn’t.

Because my jaw fell at the sight of Jared with my twin sister in the shower. She was wearing a black lace lingerie and he was plunging into her from behind while she leaned against the wall.

“Oh, yes….” she moaned. “Jared…”

The shower was turned on the water was running down on them as they fucked. I knew I should have walked away, maybe even run but I couldn’t.

My legs were frozen in place.

So her LOML was my LOML?

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes… Jared. More…” my twin screamed.

My heart was torn to shreds. I wanted to scream but it felt like my throat was on fire.

“Tell me I’m better than Gabrielle,” Emily moaned as he thrust into her slowly.

“You’re way better than her love,” Jared said, kissing her neck. “All I want is her inheritance.”

“Our plan was smart baby,” she said, grinding on his cock. “But now, I want you to fuck me harder.”

My eyes teared up as I watched him pound into her and kiss her so affectionately. Yes, I was still a virgin but that’s because Jared and I decided to wait until our wedding night.

I was willing to share everything with my twin sister, but not him. I pulled out my phone and recorded a video of them because I knew Father wouldn’t believe me without proof.

Then I backed up, trying to steady myself but I couldn’t. I ran out of the hotel, the staff turning to me with a confused expression on their faces but I didn’t care.

I got into my car and drove out of the premises.

* * * *

“So, then I walked into the bathroom and caught them fucking,” I said, pausing briefly to take another shot. “Top me up, please.”

The bartender stared at me, shock written all over his face. I had just spent the last hour taking shots after shots at a bar far from the heart of town.

My phone was ringing nonstop so I picked it up and turned it off.

The bartender came back with another six rounds of shots. “Ma’am, you’ve been drinking for almost two hours now. I won’t serve you anymore after this.”

“Shut the fuck up, okay?” I snapped. “After what I just told you I can drink the whole goddamn bar if I please.”

The bartender's expression turned into pity and it made me feel even worse.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” I snapped again. “I’m not pathetic.”

Eyes were beginning to turn to the hysterical woman in a wedding dress but I didn’t care. The other bartender walked up to us.

“Ma’am, please bring it down. Or we’d be forced to escort you out of the premises,” he said.

“How dare you?” I spat. “Do you know who I am? I can fucking buy this pathetic bar.”

The first bartender spoke. “She’s had a rough day.”

“So have we,” the second one said, beckoning at security. “Suck it up or leave.”

The bouncer got closer. “Is there a problem here?”

“Please escort this lady out. We have VVIPs here tonight and she’s causing a ruckus,” the second bartender spoke up.

“Come with me, ma’am,” the bouncer said.

I frowned at him. “No and you can’t make me so don’t bother.”

He held my arm. “Ma’am it’s within my job to get rid of you and by force if I have to.”

“Get your hands away from the lady,” a voice said behind us.

We turned and my eyes fell on the most good-looking man I’d ever seen in my life.

CHAPTER TWO

GABRIELLE’S POV

The man stood tall, his presence was dominating enough to make the bouncer’s grip loosen around my arm. And even though his voice was calm and low, it carried an air of authority.

“She’s with me,” he said, sliding a sleek black card across the counter. “Put her tab on that.”

The bartender blinked, then glanced at me, then back at him. “Sir, she’s—”

“I said she’s with me,” he repeated, his tone cold.

The bouncer stepped back. “Understood, sir.”

The man’s eyes finally met mine. They were a cold blue and his tailored black suit fit him perfectly. His tie was slightly loosened, his hair was dark and slicked back, a few strands falling over his forehead.

Everything about him screamed danger.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, but it wasn’t a request.

I should’ve told him to mind his business, but after everything that happened, I didn’t have the strength to argue. My head spun as I got off the stool, my veil slipping off my shoulder. He caught it midair without even looking.

I jumped as my body brushed his warmth on my way out but he didn’t seem affected. Outside, the night air hit me like ice. The faint hum of the city surrounded us.

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “Who the hell are you?”

He raised his eyes from his watch to my face, his expression bored. “A man who just saved you from making a viral scene.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved,” I shot back.

“You didn’t have to.” He tilted his head, studying me. “You’re standing in a wedding dress, alone, reeking of vodka and heartbreak. You needed someone to stop you before you did something stupid.”

“I already did something stupid,” I muttered, my throat tightening. “I got engaged to that bastard.”

He chuckled under his breath dryly. “Rough wedding day, then?”

I glared at him again. “I caught my fiancé screwing my twin sister in the shower. So no, it wasn’t just a rough day. It was the worse day of my life.”

His expression didn’t change much, but his eyes darkened slightly. “That’ll do it.”

I turned away, suddenly feeling the weight of everything I’d been holding in. “You can go now, mystery man. I’m not your problem.”

“You’re drunk,” he said simply.

“Yeah? So what?”

“So I’m not leaving you here.”

“Why?”

He paused for a few seconds like he was giving it a thought. “You’re right. Take care of yourself.”

Then he walked away.

I scoffed. “Such a weirdo.”

I searched my purse for my car keys and stepped in. I knew I was too drunk to drive but I didn’t care.

My fiancé and sister both betrayed me in one day. Turns out he only ever wanted me for my inheritance.

My eyes turn blurry with tears as I started the ignition.

I had shown Jared nothing but love and this was how he repaid me? And my own twin sister was working with him.

As I drove out of the parking space, my car bumped into something behind. I looked into the rear view mirror and saw it was a car I bumped into.

“Fuck,” I cursed and stepped out of the car.

The driver was already standing there and checking for damages.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, staggering. “I’ll pay for any damages.”

The driver turned when he heard my voice, his brows knitting immediately. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I slurred, waving him off. “I just—”

Before I could finish, the back door of the car opened. Out stepped him—the same man from the bar. His jacket was off now and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his delicious looking veins.

Of course. Because my night couldn’t possibly get any worse. And here I was, a virgin, fantasizing about a stranger’s veined forearm, wondering where else was. Pain really changed people.

“You again,” I muttered under my breath.

He walked around the car slowly, his gaze sweeping over me before landing on the dented bumper. “You really shouldn’t be driving. You just messed up my car.”

I crossed my arms, wobbling slightly. “You said you were leaving, remember?”

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. “And you said you were fine. Clearly, we were both wrong.”

The driver glanced between us, unsure what to do. “Sir, there’s only minor damage. Should I call the police or—?”

“No,” the man said immediately. “Get back in the car.”

“But, sir—”

“I said get in.”

The driver hesitated, then obeyed, slipping back into the vehicle.

He stepped closer, close enough that I caught the faint scent of his clean, expensive, and dangerously intoxicating cologne.

“You could’ve killed yourself,” he said, his tone colder now.

“Maybe that would’ve saved me the embarrassment,” I muttered.

His jaw tightened. “It’s not you who should be embarrassed. The traitors should be.”

“Why do you care?” I snapped. “You don’t even know me.”

He studied me for a long moment before replying, “You’re right. But I know what it’s like to lose everything in a day.”

Something in his eyes made me pause. It wasn’t pity, it was pain. It was real, raw, and probably buried deep but I saw it.

Or maybe I was too drunk.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “You’re not driving anywhere tonight.”

“I’m not going with you,” I said stubbornly.

“Yes, you are.” He reached past me and pulled the car keys gently from my hand. “You can yell all you want in the morning, but for now, you’re coming with me.”

“I should call the police,” I said weakly, though even I didn’t sound convinced.

He arched a brow. “You’re drunk, in a torn wedding dress, and you just hit my car. Go ahead. Call them.”

I stared at him, speechless.

“Didn’t think so,” he murmured, then gestured toward the passenger seat. “Come on, Gabrielle.”

“How do you know my name?” I asked, suspicion creeping in.

“I have said more words tonight than I have in the last week,” he said with that still cold voice. “I’m not telling. Let’s go.”

I stared back at him, feeling the impulsive urge to do something reckless. “On one condition.”

“What?”

I licked my parched lips. “Please, marry me.”

CHAPTER THREE

GABRIELLE’S POV

I woke up the next morning when the sun was already out, the bright lights seeping into the bedroom through the see through walls.

I blinked a few times, disoriented, before the events of last night came rushing back to me.

I groaned as I sat up, my brain pounding so hard in my head. I closed my eyes and waited for it to pass but it didn’t.

“Oh, there she is,” a voice said. “You look so peaceful when you sleep. Nothing like the drunk who dented my car.”

I popped my eyes open but winced when the light hit them again. I turned toward the voice, my pulse quickening instantly.

The stranger from last night stood by the glass wall, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and sleeves rolled halfway, holding a mug of coffee.

The city skyline stretched behind him. High-rise buildings, glittering sunlight, and the faint sound of traffic far below.

My heart skipped. “Where am I?”

He took a sip, unbothered. “One of my places.”

I looked down at myself under the sheets and realized I was naked. My face burned hot red.

Did I give my virginity to this obnoxious stranger last night?

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Oh my God.”

“Relax. Nothing happened.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what men say before women find out something did happen.”

His lips curl faintly but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If I’d wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn’t have carried you up just to put you to bed.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “You carried me?”

“You insisted you could walk. You made it to the elevator, then fell asleep against the wall.”

I let out a slow breath. “Great. Humiliation level: complete.”

He shrugged, still watching me. “You talk in your sleep too.”

My head shot up. “What did I say?”

He tilted his head, his face expressionless. “Something about stabbing a twin and stealing a dog.”

I groaned again, dragging a pillow over my face. “Kill me now.”

“I’d rather make you breakfast,” he said, already heading toward the door. “You need something in your system before that hangover kills you.”

I peeked at him from under the pillow. “You cook?”

He stopped, one hand on the doorframe. “I make a mean omelet. And coffee strong enough to wake the dead.”

I hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. But I’m not staying long.”

“Didn’t think you would.” He turned slightly, his eyes glinting. “But you might want to put on some clothes first.”

I looked down and groaned. “How did I get naked if nothing happened between us?”

He smirked. “Who said nothing happened between us. Look at your finger.”

I stared down at my fingers to see a rock on one of them. A wedding ring. And it wasn’t the one Jared got me.

My breath caught in my throat. “What the hell is this?”

He took another slow sip of coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug like he was enjoying every second of my confusion.

“Looks like a ring,” he said simply.

“Don’t play games with me.” My voice came out shaky. “Did you—did we—get married?”

He set the mug down on the table beside him and slipped his hands into his pockets, walking closer. “You insisted on it.”

“I what?”

“You wouldn’t stop crying about being ‘the only bride left unwed on her wedding day’ so you made me prove you weren’t.” His tone was so casual it made my stomach twist.

I stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head, studying me. “You signed the documents. I have the CCTV footage with audio if you want.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re joking.”

He shrugged. “You were very persuasive. The chapel was open and the officiant owed me a favor. You said yes… twice.”

I clutched the sheets tighter to my chest. “You married a drunk woman?”

He leaned forward slightly, voice low and maddeningly calm. “I didn’t force you to do anything, Gabrielle. You begged me to. You said you didn’t want to be alone on your wedding night.”

“You fucking bastard!” I spat.

His expression remained cold. “I haven’t even told you the best part. You should be thanking me for not sleeping with you after you begged me to.”

My jaw dropped. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. I think you need this more than I do,” he said, handing over his cup of coffee. “You striped down and begged me to consummate our marriage. I looked away, of course. But from the little I saw, I was impressed.”

My chest tightened. “Oh my God.”

I stared at him, my face burning with humiliation and fury. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or cry first.

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed. “You actually went through with it? You couldn’t have sex with a drunk woman but you asked her to marry you?”

He arched a brow. “Technically, you were the one doing the asking. Besides, a drunk woman can’t give sexual consent.”

“Don’t turn this on me!” I snapped, throwing the pillow at him. It hit his chest, but he didn’t even move. “You could’ve said no!”

“I tried. You were very persuasive.”

I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you were crying in a bar wearing a wedding dress. I know you said your fiancé and your sister betrayed you. And I know you didn’t want to go home.” His eyes flicked down to the ring still on my finger. “Now, I also know you don’t like taking off my ring.”

I yanked it off and threw it at him. “We’re getting this annulled. Today.”

He caught it midair, his fingers closing easily around it. “You can try.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Means you signed something real. Not some napkin promise. The chapel filed it. We’re legally married, Mrs. Gravari.”

The words hit me like ice water. “Gravari?”

He smiled slowly. “Damon Gravari. Congratulations to us, wife.”

My breath stuttered. “You son of a—”

He cut me off with a quiet laugh. “You’ll thank me later. After breakfast.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Oh, I could just make you pancakes,” he went on, completely ignoring me.

I couldn’t believe my ears. This had to be a joke. But my wedding dress on the floor in the middle of the room told me it wasn’t.

“Welcome back to reality, wife,” he said nonchalantly, walking out of the room. “There’s painkiller and water on the nightstand for you. I’ll have breakfast done in a few minutes.”

My throat ran dry.

What the fuck did I get myself into?

CHAPTER FOUR

GABRIELLE’S POV

I climbed out of his bed and tried to put on my wedding dress but it was reeking of alcohol so much I almost threw up.

I slid open the glass door to his closet and stepped inside. The space stretched wider than my own closet back home. Rows of neatly arranged shirts, all white or black, lined one side.

Suits hung in perfect order, tags still attached on a few. The faint scent of a masculine and expensive cologne lingered in the air.

I pulled one of his white shirts from the rack and buttoned it halfway. It hung loose around me but it was better than smelling like spilled whiskey and heartbreak.

When I stepped back into the room, my eyes fell on the nightstand.

A diamond watch, a wallet, and a gun rested carelessly on the nightstand. I stopped for a second, my heart beating fast.

Whoever Damon Gravari was, he wasn’t just rich. He was the kind of rich that didn’t care about consequences.

I needed to leave. And fast.

I took the pills and chugged down the entire glass of water.

He was on the phone in the huge kitchen with one hand in his pocket and the other flipping a pancake.

He was speaking low in a language I didn’t understand. When he saw me, he ended the call.

“What language was that?” I asked.

“Italian,” he said, turning to me as I paused by the doorway.

His eyes moved from my head to my toes, stopping briefly at my exposed thighs. The fire in his eyes had me fisting the edge of his shirt.

I finally took a good look at him in the daylight. His dark hair was in a tousle and his eyes, God his eyes, they were beautiful.

I stepped into the kitchen to see he already had a plate prepared for me. My stomach growled so loudly I got embarrassed.

Maybe I’d just leave after breakfast.

I turned on my phone and watched with dread as the messages and missed calls came in.

My father.

My wedding planner.

Jared.

Even Emily.

My chest tightened at the sight of her name flashing on the screen. I still couldn’t believe my own sister could do this to me over an inheritance I’d happily give her if she asked.

I’d have gladly given my life if she asked.

Before I could open a single one, Damon spoke. “You might want to sit before you read those.”

I looked up. “Why?”

He flipped another pancake, unbothered. “You were the runaway bride of the year last night. Cameras outside the hotel caught everything.”

My fingers froze over the screen. “What?”

He nodded toward the TV mounted on the kitchen wall. “It’s been on the news since dawn.”

I turned toward it and there I was. I was in my wedding dress, my mascara streaked on my face and bolting out of the hotel like a madwoman. Reporters were already calling it a wedding scandal.

I was even reported missing.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, covering my mouth. “This can’t be happening.”

Damon slid a plate in front of me. “Eat. You’ll need the strength.”

I glared at him. “You think this is funny?”

He poured coffee into my mug. “I don’t find anything funny, Mrs. Gravari.”

“Stop calling me that.”

He sipped his coffee, his gaze steady on mine. “You signed the papers last night, Gabrielle. I can call you whatever I want.”

I pushed the plate away. “I’m going to fix this. I’m getting it annulled, and I’m leaving.”

“Go ahead,” he said easily. “But I wouldn’t walk out there just yet.”

My pulse kicked. “Why?”

He nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Down below, flashes went off. Reporters. Dozens of them. Some even trying to get past the building’s entrance.

“Someone leaked your location,” he said. “It was me.”

“How could you?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose.

He pushed the plate towards me. “So I can make them pay like I promised.”

“I’m sorry but I have to ask,” I started. “Are you being charged for each word you say?”

His lips curved, slow and infuriating. “No. But maybe I should start charging you for every question you ask.”

I folded my arms. “You don’t even answer half of them. Tell me why you leaked my location.”

He sighed. “No.”

My anger shot through the roof. “What?”

He didn’t even blink. “If you want to leave here, you have to eat.”

I gripped the edge of the marble counter. “You’re insane. I just need a divorce attorney—”

“That won’t be necessary,” he said. “We can’t get divorced until after a year.”

“What?!”

He shrugged and picked up his fork to eat. “I’m not saying anything else until you finish your meal.”

I wanted to ask more questions but I knew he wasn’t bluffing so I ate. The pancakes were fluffy and the bacon was the crispiest I’ve ever had.

I almost let out a moan at the taste but it caught in my throat when I looked up and Damon wasn’t in his chair.

“Turn around,” I heard behind me.

I jumped, caught off guard. “How did—“

He took my left hand and put the rock for a ring back on my finger. “There you go. It’s exactly where it should be now.”

His eyes found mine and I couldn’t help but stare into them. There were so beautiful, much more beautiful than any I’d ever seen. His lashes were so long and thick it made me jealous.

His cheek bones looked like they were sculpted by the gods themselves. Hell, he looked like a god in human form.

My eyes went down to his chest and abs. Before I could I stop myself, I placed my hand on his chest and felt his heart beat almost frantically.

He moved back like I burned him. “What was that?”

I blinked. “What was what?”

A look of confusion passed his face but it was brief. His cold look was back like it never left.

“Get out.”

I raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“I said get out,” his voice was ice cold.

“But the reporters—“

“Go through the back. My driver will take you anywhere you want to go. Just get out,” he said, taking another step back.

I had no idea why his words stung but they did. He made me feel wanted and even married me without knowing me. Now he wanted me gone?

I should have known he was playing me.

“Fine,” I said and walked out without looking back.

CHAPTER FIVE

GABRIELLE’S POV

With dread in the pit of my stomach, I drove my car into the driveway of my father’s mansion.

I took a deep breath and turned off the ignition. I didn’t know how to face them. How do I tell Father that my sister did something like that to me? That would only break his heart.

But I had no other choice.

I took off Damon’s ring and kept it in the compartment of my car before stepping out and walking into the house.

Just as expected, Father, Emily, Jared and a few other guests were sitting in the living room. They all stood up when they saw me walk in.

Emily rushed forward and hugged me. “Sis, where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

I didn’t hug her back. I just stood there wondering how she could fake her love for me so well.

Father stepped forward, his jaw tight. “Gabby, who took you away from your wedding day? There was a rumor you were with that monster, Damon Gravari. If he even touched a single hair on your head.”

“No, I saw….” I didn’t finish because my fiancé cut me off.

Jared wrapped his arm around me. “I thought something had happened to you.”

When he pulled back, I saw tears running down his cheeks. The audacity of this conniving, cheating bastard to cry in my face.

The other guests took it as their cue to leave.

I was led me to the couch and I sat, wondering how I could expose my evil twin without breaking Father’s heart.

“Please, tell us what happened,” Emily said, patting my back as she sat beside me. “Because we have something to tell you too.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Jared cleared his throat. “We had no other choice. We thought no one would find out but it blew up in our face. But it’s nulled now since it got out.”

I looked between them. “What are you talking about?”

Emily sighed. “I got married to Jared on your behalf when we couldn’t find you. During the reception, that photo of you went viral and when they couldn’t find the other twin, they realized I was the fake bride.”

I froze, staring at Emily and Jared like my brain refused to process her words.

“You… you got married… in my place?” My voice barely rose above a whisper.

Emily nodded, her hand still lightly on mine. “We didn’t know how else to fix it. People were calling, flashing cameras everywhere. You were gone, Gabrielle. We had to do something.”

I wanted to scream.

“And you let them?” I asked Father.

“It was just to cover up, Gabby,” he said.

My chest burned with so much rage. I turned to Father to tell him what I saw them both doing in the shower but I held back.

Emily had a butterfly tattoo on her left arm and in the tape I made, it was very obvious. Everyone knew I was too scared of needles to get one myself so it became a way for people to tell us apart.

With that information, I decided to take us all to hell.

I sighed. “I left because I was nervous. I’m not happy you married my fiancé but I understand. It doesn’t matter. We can throw a small party tonight and officially get married.”

Jared smiled. “That’s a good plan. I knew you would understand.”

I pasted on a fake smile as Emily droned on about the wedding. I already had my plan and I was going to savor my first revenge.

* * * *

I looked at my reflection in the mirror but there was no smile on my face and I didn’t twirl either.

I put on a red dress with a deep neck plunge and styled my hair into a messy bun. To everyone else, it was a private dinner with family and close friends where Jared and I would redo our vows. But to me, it was war.

Tonight, I would get my revenge and I would savor it.

I walked into the hall and Mrs Raymond, the town's biggest gossip pulled me aside.

“Rumor has it that you were having an affair with Damon Gravari,” she stared and leaned closer. “If it’s true, be careful with him. He’s the devil and he’s ruthless.”

I scoffed. “It’s not true and he’s not the devil. He saved me.”

She nodded. “If you say so. I’m just looking out for you because your mother would have wanted me to.”

Before I could respond, my phone rang.

“Excuse me,” I said, walking outside to answer the phone.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

“Your husband,” a deep voice answered from the other side of the phone. “Damon.”

I didn’t bother asking how he got my number. I fucking married the man, it was no brainer I gave him my number.

I held the phone tight, my pulse picking up. “Damon… what are you doing calling me now? This isn’t exactly a good time.”

“Where are you?” he asked instead.

I scoffed. “Like I’d tell you. Don’t call me again. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for a divorce.”

Then I ended the call and walked back into the hall. My phone rang again and it was the same number. I didn’t bother picking up this time.

I joined my family at their table.

“We’ll be saying our vows in a few minutes,” Jared said, placing his hand over mine.

I faked a smile. “I’m so excited. Can’t wait.”

“I’m so jealous, Gabby,” Emily cooed. “I wish you and Jared a happy married life together.”

What a bitch!

Father was all smiles. “I’m so proud of you.”

I cleared my throat and pushed my chair back before I exploded with rage. “I’ll be back in five.”

I went by the DJ booth and pulled out a drive from my purse.

“This is a short video of the times Jared and I spent together. I need you to play it on the main screen when it’s time to say our vows.”

“Sure, ma’am,” he said, taking the drive from me.

A text message from an unknown number came through on my phone as I got back to my seat. I opened it and read its contents.

“You’re wearing red, your hair is in a messy bun and your lips are deliciously red. Unless you want me to come in, you’ll come see me outside. Five minutes.”

It was from Damon.

I swallowed hard. My heart started to thump like a warning bell in my chest. I turned my phone over, staring at the blank screen as if the message would disappear if I ignored it long enough.

“Gabrielle, it’s time for our vows,” Jared’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I smiled and took his hand as he led me to the small stage where the priest was waiting.

“Welcome, family and friends. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two souls, joined together in love and commitment,” the priest started.

My chest tightened.

I gave a nod to the DJ and in five seconds, the sex tape of Jared and Emily started playing on the main screen.

The guest let out a gasp as the Priest went on, oblivious to the video playing behind him.

“Yes… Jared… More…,” Emily’s voice rang out through the hall.

“You like that, Emily?” Jared’s followed.

His face turned pale as he turned to me. I turned to Emily whose jaw dropped. The looks on their faces were priceless.

And just at the same time, the main door opened and Damon walked in.

Louder gasps and murmurs rippled through the hall. The guest couldn’t decide what was more shocking. The sex tape playing in the background or the man walking up to me.

When Damon reached me, he raised my hand and forced his ring on my finger. “Never take my ring off again, wife.”

And then, he kissed me.