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."

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 an annoying brat

you want. Just don't say

I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. "I have to go. I think

Dwayne, huh? Talk soon!" she

door, his voice high-pitched with

usual warm smile was in place. However, there was something

smiled and crouched down to his level. "Hey, remember that drawing you made for Uncle Dwayne? Why don't you go grab it and bring it to him? I'm

"Oh, yeah! I'll go get it!" he exclaimed,

he disappeared, I straightened up and

"Ok. What happened?"

a makeshift bandage. "Just a little accident," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes

frowned, instinctively reaching for his hand. "Seriously? How could you hurt yourself like

comes to

but there was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze locked on

ver

pushing

flare of irritation.

him toward the kitchen. Tried not to care about his hitched

grabbed the first

enough that I could feel the temperature of his body.

need to be more careful Dwayne."

me." His lips quirked into

Arielle, don't try to reason with the

focus on cleaning his cut, but my hands