Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 39

Chapter 39 Dave encourages me not to worry on the way back to the flat, but it is difficult. No matter

how many times he assures me that we will stop Sebastian, I have my doubts. I knew Sebastian was a

horrible person, but I never dreamed he was capable of such atrocities, especially after Dave showed

him the photographs of the community and the orphans. What will become of my darling children?! I

push back the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes. As we carefully ascend the stairs to the

apartment, my fingers begin to tremble. Dave walks quietly beside me and grips my hand tightly,

silently reassuring me that everything will be okay. “Chelsea,” he whispers as we stand face-to-face at

my door. “Chelsea, look at me…” He slips a finger under my chin and lifts my head to gaze into his

eyes. I finally let the tears flow, the gravity of the situation too strong to overcome.

Chelsea, we’re going to fight this. Trust me…” I sniffle and gaze into his piercing blue eyes that offer

some comfort.

“How do you know, Dave?” Sebastian is a powerful man. Do you really think we can stop him?”

“Yes, we can, Chelsea. And we will. Besides, I already asked for Shawn’s help. He had men who were

willing to help me in Kenya.” He answers with conviction. I search his eyes for a trace of doubt, but I

find none. His intense gaze compels me to believe him. Besides, I have no choice. Dave’s plan has to

work and I will do everything in my power to help make sure it does. “I’m going to need your help on

this, Chelsea. I need you to be strong.” I nod forcefully and straighten up my shoulders. “What do you

need me to do?” “There you are,” he says with a loving smile. “There’s the strong, determined woman I

know.”

I blush.

“Thanks.”

“Okay. So, I have to head back to the mansion and get a few things in order before tomorrow. I need

you to tell Christie everything. I also need you to get on the phone with the people that run the

orphanage in Kenya. Let them know what is happening and encourage them to protest against Brown

Inc. Tell them to spread the word… contact their leaders, the media, and whoever else they can… the

more they spread the word, the greater the chance any operations will be halted until further notice.”

I nod feverishly, trying to memorise his instructions in my head. It is all so overwhelming, but he is

absolutely right. The more people who know about what Sebastian has planned, the better chance we

will have.

I’ll call you tomorrow regarding every stage of the meeting with my partner. As soon as the police have

heard enough, they will step in.”

Suddenly, my heart begins to race and I am immediately concerned about his safety. This scenario

resembles something out of a mob movie, and it usually does not end happily. “Hey!” He snaps me out

of a daze.

“Everything will be alright, don’t worry.”

“But what if something goes wrong, Dave?” His hands grabbed both sides of my cheeks.” Everything

will be okay, Chelsea. Do you understand? Now get some rest and wait for my call tomorrow.”

His warm lips meet mine before he lets me go. The wonderful sensation of his tongue diving into my

lips and touching every crevice of my mouth melts me instantaneously. As his warm body crushes

against mine, I close my eyes. My fingers fumble with his wavy hair and urgently draw him in closer as

they cross the length of his chest and slip seductively around his neck. My body craves him… It has

been deprived for far too long. He pulls away as my knees threaten to buckle as if to prevent himself

from having his way with me right here in the corridor.

“Would you like to come inside?” I inquired, my gaze longingly fixed on his. I’m not prepared for him to

depart. He groans.

“I can’t. But I promise you, after this is over, you may have me whenever you want.” He holds me

again, pulling me into him with a seductive smile that melts my heart. His gorgeous audacity appeals to

me. Before he goes away, he gives me one more passionate kiss. I’m frozen by the door, reeling from

his touch. Dave, please be right. Please let things work out.

The loud, deafening sound of my cell phone startles me out of my sleep. Instinctively, I sit upright in

bed and glance outside. It is barely dawn. Who in the world could be calling this early? I grab the phone

and, with tired eyes, make out the name on the screen. It’s Dave. For him to be calling me at this hour,

it must be serious.

“Hello,” I answer, my heart skipping a few beats.

“Chelsea! Change of plans: Sebastian is planning to go to Kenya early tomorrow morning! That means

we have less than twenty-four hours to execute our plan!”

“What? But Dave… I haven’t even spoken to anyone in Kenya yet or Christie for that matter. We need

more time!”

“We have no choice.”

After he hands up, I immediately spring off the bed and race into Christie’s room.

“Christie! Wake up!!

“Huh… Chelsea?…”

“What’s going on?” she groans, lifting her head up from the pillow. “Get out of bed and throw on some

clothes. “Dave will be here soon!” But she just stares at me with confusion. “Look, Sebastian is

planning to go there tomorrow and start their project near the orphanage I worked at in Kenya! Just get

up and I’ll tell you everything.” “Chelsea, my goodness!” she exclaims with horror before she leaps up

out of bed. I make my way to the living room while she dresses. I reach for the phone. Dave gave me

strict instructions to alert the people of Kenya about what was happening, and that is my priority right

now. Soon, Christie joins me in some sweatpants and a crumpled blouse.

“Chelsea, tell me what in the world is going on?” She asks, sitting down on the sofa beside me.

“Sebastian is planning to start, near the orphanage. By this time tomorrow, the whole

community will be affected.” I am still holding the phone in my hand as I speak to her. Christie’s jaw

drops in shock.

“Dave is going to get a group of people to pretend to be potential investors.” But they are actors

wearing wires. Sebastian thinks he’s meeting with them and so will divulge all the details of his

operations. When he does, the police will swoop in and arrest him. “Chelsea… I can’t believe this! I

can’t believe I actually loved that man. How could he be so evil? Where’s Dave?”

“He’ll be here in just under two hours.” Right now I have to phone the people at the orphanage and let

them know what’s going on.” “What do you need me to do?” “Just be ready for anything that might go

wrong.” When I get in touch with some of the teachers at the orphanage, they tell me how they heard

rumours about the mine but were not sure if it was going ahead. Now that they know for sure, they will

hold a huge protest, which will be all over the news in Kenya. Our plan is now officially in motion. It is

time to start praying. “Chelsea! Where are you?”

“In here! I’m getting dressed.” Dave appears at my bedroom door in a pair of blue jeans and a white Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

shirt. He looks flustered and exhausted, yet he is still incredibly handsome. His breathing is heavy like

he has just run a marathon. “Did you call your contacts in Kenya?”

“Yes.”

“And they’re going to protest?”

“Yes,”

“Dave, now it’s your turn to relax,” I say, noting the panic in his eyes. “Okay, we have to move now.

Sebastian is on his way to the meeting. We need to get everything in place before he gets there. The

police are already in position.” Before I can respond, Dave grabs my arm and leads me towards the

door, where Christie is already waiting. “Wait, where are we going?” “We need to get you and your

Christie to a secret location.” Just in case anything goes wrong. I don’t want his goons to hurt either of

you.”

“You think Sebastian would really do that to us?” Christie speaks up. “I don’t know, Christie. He is a

stranger to me now.”

We jump into a black SUV with tinted windows in the building’s parking lot. The driver is new to us. He

is dressed formally in a pressed suit and dark spectacles, and he has a solemn expression on his face.

He doesn’t say anything. Dave pulls out his phone and contacts someone as the car accelerates away.

His tone is tough and unpleasant. I have no idea where we’re going, so I don’t ask him. Dave is the

captain of this ship, and I’m simply trying to stay afloat. We arrived in a deserted parking lot a few

moments later. A few additional black SUVs are parked along the side.

A big brown trailer sits in the middle of the vacant lot that faces an old brown building. The structure is

about ten stories high and has a haunted feel to it. When the car stops abruptly, Dave jumps out of the

passenger seat and opens my door. I stared at him in disbelief. “Chelsea, get out,” he demands, his

hair blowing wildly in the wind. “Dave, where are we?” “I have to go in now. Sebastian should be here

any minute. “Over there is a trailer that you, your sister and the police will be watching everything from.

“Dave, I’m worried.”

In all of the talk of strategy, it is the first time I fear for Dave’s safety. His partner is a dangerous man.

Who knows what he is capable of? I step out of the car and fly into Dave’s arms, holding him tight as

fear consumes me. “Chelsea, everything will be okay,” he whispers tenderly in my ear. He pulls away

slowly and stares directly into my watering eyes. Then at Christie, who was still sitting in the back of the

SUV, “You both just get inside the trailer.” The police will intervene if anything goes wrong.” I nod in an

attempt to reassure myself more than him. “Fine, but be careful. I don’t want to lose you again.” He

gives me a tender kiss on the forehead and motions for the driver to escort Christie and me to the

trailer. Immediately, Dave speeds off, jogging towards the building, but not before two members of the

police in black police gear join him, complete with bulletproof vests, guns, and walkie-talkies. My fear

intensifies.

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