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."

He's got connections 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.

huffed. "Fine, mock me all you want. Just don't

interrupted us. "I have to go. I think Dwayne's here. I'll call

she teased before

to the door, his voice high-pitched

bringing in a gust of cold air. His 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

he let go of Dwayne. "Oh, yeah! I'll go get it!" he exclaimed, running off to his

as he disappeared, I straightened up and turned to

"Ok. What happened?"

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

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

comes to you."

was low, teasing, but there was something simmering beneath the playful words. His gaze locked on mine, and for a second,

ver

hard, pushing

flare of irritation.

toward the kitchen. Tried not to care about his

first aid kit, feeling

temperature of his body. I glanced over

more careful Dwayne." I signed. "This

it when you scold me." His lips

don't try to

his cut, but my hands trembled slightly.