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."

to the table, trying not to let my mind wander too far. We all settled around the grand dining table. The clinking of silverware and soft

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, to preserve these

and fresh bread made my stomach growl. Everything looked and smelled so

banters were exchanged around the table. Especially

I couldn't help but smile. This was what

all settling together to eat, Nana announced, "I have a surprise for you all. We have a special guest for the evening -a new family member." Arielle turned to

asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "You never mentioned

cryptic smiles, the kind that always left you guessing. "I never introduced him before because, well, his line of work is...

declaration took everyone off guard, me especially. Who could this mystery family be that I had never heard of,

as the door opened, and just as my

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

but potent scent of expensive cologne

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

this family, never heard of or met any extended relatives. So, I brushed it off.

the

world tilted on

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

I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the impossible. I must've been losing my mind,

to make sense of 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

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, as he approached us on the

in front of Nana

room seemed to