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."

wander too far. We all settled around the grand dining table. The clinking of silverware and soft chatter filled the air as I glanced around at

felt like we were complete, and for a moment, I wished we could stay like this forever, and I would give anything to keep this peace,

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

for our plates to be filled, small banters were exchanged around the table. Especially between Nana Jean and Maverick.

couldn't help but smile. This was what

surprise for you all. We have a special guest for the evening -a new family member." Arielle turned to look at

voice tinged with

that always left you guessing. "I never introduced him before because,

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

just as my mind was still racing to make sense of

he entered the room, it was as if the air itself thickened, drawing everyone's attention toward

but potent scent of

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Jean had 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

the

tilted on

what I was seeing before my breath hitched, my heart leaping into my

the impossible. I must've

what was happening. But 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

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

in front of Nana Jean, his eyes fixed on

to hold