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

Taking the leap

(ARIELLE'S POV)

In the following days, things kept falling into place. My new life was taking a new shape soon, and I couldn't be more excited. The house, the restaurant, everything was coming together for food. Just as Maverick and I were building towers with his blocks, my phone buzzed.

"Girl! Guess what?" Ashley's voice screamed through the speaker.

I laughed. "What now?"

"Guess!" she insisted.

"Did you get a promotion?" I teased.

"I wish! No, it's bigger. You'll love this," she giggled. "Your house is ready!"

"Oh my God! Are you serious?" I squealed.

She went on about the newly installed chandeliers, plush furniture, and the kitchen she knew I'd die for. As much as I wanted to joke about her theatrics, her excitement mirrored my own.

"You'll love it. Trust me," she assured. But her tone suddenly shifted. "But hey, I really think it's a good time for you to come back. You know there's something else..."

""What is it?"

"I heard some weird stuff going on in Italy. Mafia stuff," she whispered, lowering her voice like someone could overhear us.

I rolled my eyes, amused. "Ashley, come on. We've been over this-no one's after me."

with some insiders, and they're saying there's a power struggle because some old Mafia boss just died. And get this-he showed me pictures of the guy's stash. Wine, jewelry, gold, like something out of a movie." I laughed. "Ashley, I'm pretty sure I'm not on the mob's radar. And wait...are we talking about Keith? The one you called

mock me all you want. Just don't say I didn't

knock on the door interrupted us. "I have to go.

Dwayne, huh? Talk soon!" she teased before I

his voice high-pitched with excitement.

place. However, there was something

you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it

he let go of Dwayne. "Oh, yeah! I'll go get it!"

disappeared, I straightened up and turned

"Ok. What happened?"

eyes flickered with surprise for a brief moment, then softened as he stepped closer. He extended his hand and forearm toward me, both wrapped in a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes lingered on mine as if testing my reaction.

could you hurt

it comes to

simmering beneath the playful words. His

ver

hard, pushing down

flare of irritation.

and pulling him toward

first aid

feel the temperature of his body. I glanced over my shoulder. His eyes were

careful Dwayne." I

I like it when you scold me." His lips

Arielle, don't try to reason with

cleaning his cut, but my hands trembled slightly. "Hold still," I