Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 24 In just a few short minutes, she was back in the dining room looking down at a spread of hot buttermilk pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and a selection of freshly squeezed juices. Her eyes widened in awe. “Is this all for me?” she asked Marcel. “Yes, Miss Chelsea, and Mr. Brown left a note for you.” He pointed at a white envelope placed on a small silver tray beside her plate. Her name has been written in cursive in the middle of it. “Is there anything else you require, Miss Chelsea?” “No, Marcel. That will be all. Thank you. And please, just call me Chelsea,” she said with a warm smile.

He nodded and left me for her breakfast. She sat down slowly and gazed again at the array of breakfast items in front of her, but soon her interest returned to the envelope. What could Dave have written in it? Bastard. She thought.

The nerve. Minutes later, she found herself devouring a lot more breakfast than she anticipated. Not eating much last night has apparently caught up with her. After she thanked Marcel and the rest of the servants as they cleared the remaining food and utensils, her eyes drifted back over to the note. Okay, you have refuelled with a good, hearty breakfast. Just open it already, Chelsea. She reached out for it and carefully opened it. Inside is a single piece of paper: Chelsea, her offer is still open. I hope you will reconsider the position. In your room, Marcel has laid out an outfit for you to wear to the office. her driver, Eddy, will take you.

– Brown

What a fucking nerve? He couldn’t possibly…

Damn it! It was tempting.

Letting out a sharp breath, she began to sweat with both dread and anticipation. He wants

her to start work today? When she only just got back into the country yesterday? How could he be this inconsiderate? She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. After rising from her seat, she made her way back upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as she walked in, true to Dave’s word, was a gorgeous pressed little black dress, a pearl

necklace, a pair of diamond-studded earrings, and some expensive heels. This is

could he be such

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lives. Maybe even their education. God. Her stay there changed the very essence of her

job – to steal money from the rich or to break her heart even more

In Kenya, she was limited to a pair of worn-out jeans or shorts and a few tank tops. The unbearable heat left her with very limited options for clothing. She also got used to not caring about her appearance. There was no need for makeup or to shave her legs all the time. Not that she was ever the type to get dolled up anyway. But as she stares intently into

After almost thirty minutes on the busy road, they finally pulled up outside a large skyscraper in the middle of London. “Here we are, Miss Chelsea,” Eddy says, turning his head back to her. She remained firmly seated in her seat. Her palms were sweaty and she was way too anxious. Not that a call from Jane and Catherine would be nothing but chaotic. The latter

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you enjoy your first day.” “Thank you, Eddy. That makes two of us. Do I just call you when I am ready to be picked up?” “Oh no, Miss Chelsea. Mr. Brown has informed me that you

by the statement. Me and Dave? In a car together? Alone?

at the massive building soaring above her. It took her a minute to get her nerves in check and she walked

a circular desk with

sound chirpy. “I’m here to see Mr. Dave Brown. her name

perfect smile etching across her face. “Mr. Brown is waiting for you

silver elevator doors just

floor. Her mind

PA? Would he regale her any differently from his other staff because his friend is marrying

he be an authoritarian or a more laid-back boss? Assessing his behaviour last night at dinner, and at the party. She

held a corporate job before so she has no idea if she would even be qualified for the position. And further to that, she still

choice. She needed a job as soon as possible. Before she knew it, the elevator dings