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

Accommodating him.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I stood, frozen, my mind still reeling from Jared's revelation.

The hell? Jared Smith, the ever-composed billionaire, suddenly broke and homeless? It didn't add up. Especially not with his influential family in the wings. What kind of game was he playing this time?

The toothbrush still dangled from my mouth. And then I managed to regain composure and turned to Maverick, he was too young to overhear whatever nonsense Jared was about to spew next. "Hey, baby, why don't you go introduce your new puppy to Milo? I'm sure he'd be happy to have a puppy sibling," I said sweetly.

Maverick's face lit up. Without a word, he clutched the squirming dog and bolted inside, leaving me alone with Jared.

The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to face Jared again, with my arms folded.

"Cut the act, Jared. What's really going on?"

"I told you the truth," he insisted, his tone maddeningly calm. "I sold my shares in J&S. I'm homeless, Arielle."

I studied his expression, said in a sure tone, "Jared, even selling all your companies won't make you homeless overnight," I stated matter of factly. "You're a billionaire. You have properties and resources, and turning homeless overnight just doesn't make any sense." Jared shifted uncomfortably, like someone who has been caught in a wrong act. His eyes darted everywhere, avoiding mine.

"Fine, I'll explain everything," he sighed in resignation.

I stood at attention, my arms crossed tighter, and my eyes never leaving his. "I'm listening."

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I'm really not lying, Arielle. Well, not lying about everything... I sold my shares. But it wasn't just for Maverick-it was to flush out a spy in my company."

The toothbrush slipped from my hand.

"A spy?"

"Yes." He met my gaze, his tone now deadly serious. "Think about it. How did Denzel find out Maverick was my son so quickly? Someone leaked that information. I needed to appear weak, vulnerable. It's the only way to flush them out."

I wasn't about to let my guard down. "So you decided to come here? My house? Why? Let me guess, part of

to worry and fuss over me. They'd drive me crazy with

eyebrow, still skeptical. "And your friends? Your colleagues? Or, I don't know, any of the other

real responsibility for Maverick, for us. I know I should've told you sooner, but if you hate me for this-if you think I'm crossing a line," His voice faltered before he steadied it."-please don't

meticulous Jared Smith I know can never let himself be reduced to this point. But the mention of

turn my peaceful life into a circus. And my mom? She'd probably stake him like a vampire before he

sorry," I said finally, shaking my head.

it. "So, you're just gonna let me sleep

words struck a chord, but I stood my ground. "That's not what

"Arielle, please -"

was about to escalate, Maverick appeared by my side. "What's

just having an adult conversation. Are you done having breakfast?" I asked, trying to

on Jared's suitcases. He didn't take notice of them earlier because he was still basking in the happiness of a new

fears jumping into his eyes as he stared from

boy. Dad is

his house and was just begging Mommy to let him stay for a few days until he had things sorted," Jared replied, earning a glare from him.

"Don't -" I hissed.

has been done as Maverick turned to me sharply, a questioning look in his eyes. "Mom, are you going to

pleaded, surprising me as he went on

was stunned and perplexed at the same time. Where did he learn

feet!" I ordered, trying to be strict, but

outside when we have a big house. Please,

at it took to soften

cry and I hated it even more that he was now so attached to Jared that had to reconsider my stance for

up, Maverick, I'll have to think about it,"

please say yes

Jared, but his face was neutral.