Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Scandalous

(JARED'S POV)

After Sofia left, I managed to get hold of my phone and went online, my eyes scanning the numerous headlines.

"Billionaire caught drunk at a local bar," "High society's latest scandal." And with each headline, a picture of me half stumbling was attached. My chest twisted in growing anxiety as I scrolled through the articles. How did this get out? Who could have taken pictures of me without my knowledge and sold it to the media?

Deciding that there was not the time to ask questions, I dialed Enzo's number, my PR expert.

"Enzo," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Sir I was just about to call you."

"Have you seen the news?"

"Yes, sir. I'm on it already."

"Make it go away, Enzo. Call all the platforms that have the news and ask them to take it down. I don't have to teach you your job, you know what to do."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, I dropped the call.

I flung the phone on the bed afterward and headed to the. The mirror reflected a disheveled version of myself with bloodshot eyes and unshaven stubble, and I winced. I felt like shit and needed a thorough cleanup.

After a refreshing shower, I took some aspirin. Arielle used to ensure they were always available in the drug cabinet, even though we had little or no use for it. After ensuring they were not expired, I gobbled two of them, supporting them with water.

While dressing up, I prayed Enzo had already started damage control. My mind was racing with possible worst-case scenarios-the billionaire's board, my business partners, my reputation.

How could I let my guard down like this?

How could I let my guard down like this? I had always been meticulous, private, and controlled. One mistake shouldn't ruin everything.

breath and tried to

Enzo would fix this.

He had to.

afford to

Not now.

Not ever.

from Enzo, my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat

the

"Mum, I-"

drinking yourself to stupor in public?" She cut in, her voice

It was just

she

could you stoop so low,

and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the tongue-lash. I deserved it,

another call came in. My heart sank further. "Reginald Pierce," was displayed as the caller ID. Reginald was

felt a wave of defeat and anxiety

take another call," I said

is it? Is the person more important than I am?" She

"Reginald Pierce," I replied.

was a pause before she responded, "Okay, answer

call with my

said,

talk," Reginald said with a stern voice. "I'm

discuss this in person, Sir. Would

was a pause before he responded, "Be in my office in an

line went

call ended, I walked out of the room in search of food for my growling stomach. If I was going to get myself out of this mess, needed a clear head and a

stomach.

myself toast and coffee, eating quickly before leaving for Reginald's office. On arrival, I was ushered into the older man's office by his

motioned to the vacant seat, setting his glasses aside and pinning