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."

table. The clinking of silverware and soft chatter filled the air as I glanced around at the faces of my family-Arielle, Maverick, my mom,

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

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

around the table. Especially between Nana Jean and Maverick. They seemed to have hit it

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

for you all. We have a special guest for the evening

her voice tinged with

"I never introduced him before because, well, his

could this mystery

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

and the second he entered the room, it was as if the air itself thickened, drawing

of expensive cologne wafted through the air as he moved

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

everyone else, taken aback. Over the years'd spent in this family, never heard of

then, the door

world tilted on its

seeing before my breath hitched, my heart leaping

the impossible. I must've been losing my mind, because the man standing in the

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, I was too stunned to

my lower lip, my gaze locked on the 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 memory. His face remained stoic,

stopped in front of Nana Jean, his eyes

room seemed to hold its