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