Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel 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