Billionaire's Accidental Wife

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.

“Status,” Tyler said through the earpiece as Dave huddled down to

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

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

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

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,

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

didn’t care about seeing a target

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

What the fuck?

there was a female in the

like Hermano. And not that it should stop him from pushing the button on the detonator.

thumb froze, hovering over

the premises,” he murmured into his

he made a low, appreciative noise

a wolf-whistle, coming from the eternally inscrutable

silk. He’d long avoided

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 around the waist, pulling her roughly against him as his buddies

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

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

Fuck!