All Chapters of Billionaire's Accidental Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

  Seven hours later, Shawn stepped out of the cafe holding what Catherine assumed was a cup of coffee.  After Shawn gave the shooter to the police officer, the man took a gun and killed himself. Then, Shawn and Catherine drove to Gretna Green village and found out that they too had had a similar accident, and the people were on edge, as they rested in the cafe in front of the wreckage after Dr. Lanna Roundwater left them. They had a conversation earlier, and the piece of the tablet was given to Shawn, and now they were both relentless about what to do about it.  Their nerves were still tingling from the shocks. Now they know

Warning Rated SPG 18+ She slid onto the bed, not allowing their warm, naked bodies to touch in any way. She smiled at him. Knowing full well, Shawn was on the edge of his desire. Raising herself onto all fours, she let herself sway above him, and then, softly, she murmured, "So, husband? You may only use one hand.Nothing else." With a groan that sounded as if it were torn from his throat, he reached for her, his hand large enough to clasp her whole breast. "Wife, you are clearly enjoying this torture. Please," he gasped, his body jerking as he squeezed her. "Please? Both hands?" he pleaded. She couldn’t deny him. That one natural warm touch was curtailing her to pure passion, and even as she expected to put forth her power over him, she couldn’t say no. She bobbled her head with a small moan, because she could ha

    "Now, Dave, this is how it is going to work. See, I have been drugging you for days now, and until you won't succumb to my request, I won't stop. And your girlfriend will suffer the consequences, understood?" "How would I know where to find Shawn and this key? I didn't even know such a key existed. If you want a damn key, I have a fucking dozen keys in my apartment. Do whatever you like. If you must, pawn it! Jesus!"   An extraordinary slap followed. "Fuck!"   Alfonso whirled the enormous desk like a big feline sizing up his quarry. "You are telling me that you do not know where your sister is?" H

  "This is a very charming residence you have here, Sir."  Catherine broke the proverbial ice with her ambiguous compliment.  "Thank you, dear." The old man’s smile was sincere. "I and my wife appreciated all religions and cultures and appreciated each one’s contributions to the world." He drifted off in thought, then returned from his office, where he took the number of his precinct officer's contact. "Here, this is the calling card of my dear friend. Sgt. Vasquez." "Thank you, sir," Shawn replied as he held the card. "I agree with my wife, sir, you have a very interesting residence here. It would be a shame if you closed this orphanage." "I know, Mr. Richmond." He sighed and added, "To some, this decoration might be confusing, but I believe that we all came from one place in history and t

"You know what? I think this is just an ordinary rune symbol. Let me see it on your tablet. We can perhaps decipher this." Catherine said after she held the tablet when Shawn had given up looking for something. "I think you're right." Shawn spun the chair at the desk around and plopped down while she perused the pages as she paced the small room. Catherine had only begun to pace back from the window in the room when, suddenly, she stopped. Lifting her head, she smiled at Shawn. "This is just a simple conversation. This is futhark." "What?" Shawn asked and went to her side as she read. "Futhark was a Scandinavian runic alphabet that evolved from the Younger Futhark after the introduction of stung (or dotted) runes at the end of the Viking Age. These stung runes were regular runes with the addition of either a dot diacritic or bar diacritic to indicate that the rune stood for one of its secondary sounds (so an i rune could become an e rune or a j rune when stung). "Makes sense, it w