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

you want. Just don't say I didn't

interrupted us. "I have to go. I

Dwayne, huh? Talk soon!" she teased

door, his voice high-pitched with

gust of cold air. His usual warm smile was in place. However, there

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 sure he'd love to

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

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,"

hurt yourself like this,

comes to you."

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

ver

pushing

flare of irritation.

on," I snapped, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the kitchen.

grabbed the first

close enough that I could feel the temperature of his body. I glanced over my shoulder. His eyes were

to be more careful Dwayne." I signed.

you scold me." His lips quirked into

to reason with the

focus on cleaning his cut, but my hands trembled