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

Dwayne Smith.

(JARED'S POV)

At this point, my determination to learn more about the tattoo and the man tripled. I tried to connect the tattoo to the identity of the men; was it a symbol for a group or just a work of art?

But before I could pursue the thought any further, Nana Jean's voice rang out from the hallway, calling out to everyone to dinner.

I took a deep breath, forcing my thoughts about the tattoo out of my head for the moment. I'd have to figure this out later. For now, food.

I was about to head into the dining room when a thought hit me like a freight train.

Without a second thought, I walked over to Arielle, who was standing by herself. I pulled her aside, trying to keep my voice low, but I could feel the urgency in it.

"Arielle, can I ask you something?" My voice was almost a whisper.

She looked at me curiously, her eyes narrowing in wariness. "What is it?"

"It's about your bodyguard...Big Joe," I added for more emphasis. "Does he have a tattoo on his right arm?"

Her expression changed from curiosity to confusion. "A tattoo?" She repeated the word like it didn't make any sense. "I don't know... why are you asking?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much information to reveal. But before I could respond, Nana Jean's voice rang out from the dining room again.

"Dinner's ready, everyone!" she called, sounding cheerful as ever. "Come on in!"

Arielle looked at me like she wanted an answer, but I just gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We'll talk later, okay? Let's eat."

settled around the grand dining table. The clinking of silverware and soft chatter filled the air as I glanced around at the faces of

stay like this forever, and I would give anything

the smell of roasted meat, veggies, and fresh bread made my stomach growl. Everything looked and smelled so damn

plates to be filled, small banters were exchanged around the table. Especially between Nana Jean and Maverick. They seemed to have hit it off so

couldn't help but smile. This was what family should be all about-laughter, love, and

a surprise for you all. We have a special

voice tinged with confusion. "You never mentioned anything about this before,

kind that always left you guessing. "I never introduced him before because, well, his line of work is... let's just say, not something

everyone off guard, me especially. Who could this mystery family

didn't have to wonder for long as the door opened, and just as my

the room, it was as if the air itself thickened, drawing

A subtle but potent scent of expensive cologne wafted through the air as he moved closer to the table. His eyes were

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

announced the surprise family member, I was like everyone else, taken aback. Over the years'd spent in this family, never heard of or met any extended relatives. So, I brushed it off. Maybe it was just a distant relative, someone whose name had never come up.

then, the

my world tilted on its

barely had time to register what I was seeing before my breath hitched, my heart leaping

trying to make sense of the impossible. I must've been losing my mind, because the man standing

before I could get a grip, Maverick tugged at my shirt, whispering with wide eyes, "Isn't that Uncle Dwayne? I thought he was in Italia?" Normally, I would've been impressed by how sharply his little mind worked, and how he managed to speak in such a hushed tone. Also, it's Italy, not Italia-but right now,

man. But he didn't meet my eyes. Not once. It was like I was a stranger to him. But I knew him. I knew those piercing emerald eyes. They burned into my

stopped in front of Nana Jean, his eyes fixed on

to hold its breath,