Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1

Book 2-Chapter 1

Two months ago,

The palatial manor, three hours outside Paris, glittered like a jewel beneath the starlit night sky. Lights

glowed from within the sprawling mansion and along the circular drive out front, where half a dozen

sleek sports cars were parked on the cobblestones.

From Dave Brown’s vantage point on a tree-studded hill five hundred yards away, he watched as a

beautiful yellow Ferrari rolled up to the villa and took its place between a dark Veyron and a silver

Pagani Huayra. Add in the pair of Lamborghinis, the Maserati, and another Ferrari, and there was well

over ten million dollars worth of automotive luxury parked outside the late Alfonso Richmond III

Alfonso’s mansion. Plus a collection of cars worth twice as much that was hidden in the huge bays of

the private garage of the alleged drug-dealing mob.

If nothing else, Alfonso and his criminal associates had impeccable taste in cars.

“Apparently, selling your soul to the devil pays well,” he muttered into the wireless mic that linked him to

the Brown Hunter’s Office’s command centre back in London. He has his very own company, which

specialises in finding long-lost artefacts and treasure hunting. It was Shawn’s idea to start his own

company. After all, after their adventure in Thailand, they were given a massive amount of gold to

compensate for their good deeds, and Shawn, being a billionaire, gave it all to him, which was still

unknown to his sister. It had been a year since their wedding, and now his sister was five months

pregnant. Dave smiled as he remembered their conversation last night with his niece, Mathea.

“Do you see what I’m seeing here, mate?”

“Visual recognised, Dave.”

Tyler, his comrade, had a deep gravel voice that was seldom easy to read, and today was no

exception. Not that Dave expected the intimidating IT specialist to appreciate Alfonso and his

associates’ fleet of good British machines.

And it didn’t really matter.

The automobiles, the mansion, and everyone inside would be reduced to ash and flaming rubble in a

matter of minutes.

It’s a shame about the autos. “Status,” Tyler said through the earpiece as Dave huddled down to view

the approaching fireworks.

“The packages have arrived, and the last party guest has just arrived. We’re ready to go.” “Did you get

the receipt? We don’t work for free, remember?” “Right here in my pocket,” he responded, pointing to

the flash disc Tyler had mentioned. Dave had been inside Alfonso’s villa on a covert single mission to

d******d crucial computer data, then take out the target, twenty minutes before arriving at his

observation post on the hill. According to new information gathered by the Hunter’s London

headquarters, Hermano,

now the leader, was the European distributor of a dangerous drug that turned otherwise law abiding

people into crime-obsessed murderers. This new drug, known as ‘gold coin’ on the street, was

supposed to be much more potent than its predecessor which had killed countless young men and

homeless people when it first struck the streets ten years earlier. Criminal outbreaks were on the rise

again across Europe, owing to Alfonso and his associates with the terror mob, causing worry among an

already uneasy society. The authorities had made it clear that they wanted the problem addressed at

its source as soon as possible.

Dave was delighted to be chosen for the clandestine mission. It had been a pleasant surprise to find

that Alfonso’s second in command, Hermano, had scheduled a private meeting for tonight. So, instead

of looking for new lost artefacts, he helped the government with a secret mission, since his company

had the best and most up-to-date covert technology for the job.

To that goal, four explosive devices capable of levelling an entire city block had been placed near

Alfonso’s villa. All Dave had to do was set them off with a remote detonator, and Alfonso’s Russian

associate would lose yet another crucial ally. The authorities were not going to stop until the entire

organisation was demolished, and the cabal at its helm was identified and destroyed.

Dave glanced into the mansion with his field glasses. Although his vision was excellent, the lenses

allowed him to focus on the lit window of Alfonso’s associate and his men assembled in the great

salon. They greeted one another with a lot of laughter and back-patting, a lot of ingratiating grins and

kowtowing from their underlings to the dark-haired, hawk-nosed Hermano. The gold coin merchant and

his cronies had undoubtedly been handsomely compensated for their role in the recent rise in attacks.

Dave couldn’t wait to deliver them all to their final destination tonight. “Light it up at your ready,” Tyler

advised. Dave smiled behind his binoculars. “With pleasure.”

Glancing away from the meeting taking place inside the mansion, he reached to retrieve the remote

detonator. Usually, he didn’t care about seeing a target die, but it was hard not to feel a little bit of

satisfaction tonight when he crashed Hermano’s little party.

He brought the field glasses back up to his face-just in time to see that a woman had entered the room.

The petite blonde wore a flashy golden dress that clung to her slender body like liquid silk. The neckline

plunged low in front, the slit in the skirt slicing high up her leg, baring a lot of creamy thigh with each

gliding step she took toward Hermano.

What the fuck?

Dave hadn’t realised there was a female in the mansion. Not that he felt much sympathy for

anyone who was associated with a thug like Hermano. And not that it should stop him from pushing the

button on the detonator. But still…

His thumb froze, hovering over the trigger.

“Unidentified female on the premises,” he murmured into his mic. “Stand by, base.”

“Standing by,” Tyler said. Then he made a low, appreciative noise that might as well have

been a wolf-whistle, coming from the eternally inscrutable warrior.

Yeah, the girl was hot. Dave barely contained his own primal growl at the sight of all those slender

curves poured into a column of golden silk. He’d long avoided blondes – for personal reasons of his

own–but everything male in him responded to the sight of this one like a flame to gasoline.

He stared through the lenses, watching as every head in the room turned to look at her as she

approached Hermano. As soon as she was close enough, the muscled arm snaked out to hook her This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

around the waist, pulling her roughly against him as his buddies grinned and chuckled.

More than one of the mob gathered in the room wore an expression of unabashed lust as their boss

crudely cupped the young woman’s breast in front of them all. Still, the woman’s face was covered with

a delicate golden mask A jab of disgust spiked through Dave’s blood at Hermano’s manhandling of the

woman. “There was no mention of a female in the intel,” Tyler said. “No, there wasn’t.” Dave’s reply

was clipped, irritation combined with this unwanted element of surprise. “The report specifically stated

that Hermano is single and hates women. He is gay, so who the fuck is she?” “Collateral damage,”

Tyler replied evenly. “Pop the charges and get the hell out of there.” Dave nodded, knowing that this

was sound advice. But his thumb didn’t move on the detonator. Something was starting to bother him

about the woman the longer he stared at her… Something that gnawed at the perimeter of his memory.

“I need a closer look.” Without waiting for confirmation from his comrade, he set the detonator down in

the soft grass and then tightened the focus on his binoculars. Not on Hermano or his men, but on her.

The gorgeous blonde, whose heart-shaped face and pixie features seemed strangely, distantly familiar

somehow, but sadly, the woman’s face was not clear as she removed her mask and smiled at

Hermano.

Which was impossible, considering this female was clearly Hermano’s plaything. Then she turned

around, to exactly where it was very clear on Dave’s binoculars.

Fuck!

The face that teased at the frayed edges of Dave’s mind and his heart-had no place here. Not with

criminals and killers like the ones assembled inside the villa that was wired to blow on his command.

Holy shit. It couldn’t be her. Tyler’s voice sounded in his ear. “You got problems over there?”

Dave couldn’t answer that. Not when his veins were filling with adrenaline and a sick feeling of

apprehension was starting to take up space behind his sternum.

He brought the woman in closer, his eyes burning from the intensity of his unblinking stare. She was

still caught within the cage of Hermano’s thick arm, smiling indulgently as the leader showed her off like

some kind of prize to his leering friends. Showing her off as if the bastard owned her.

Fuck Don’t let that be her.

“Status,” Tyler demanded now. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. I think the woman is…” He drew in a breath, hoping like hell he was wrong.” Christ, it’s

Chelsea.”

“What? Your ex?”

“Sort of, you can call it like that.” After all, they had never talked or seen each other again since Shawn

and Catherine’s wedding.

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