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

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

smell of roasted meat, veggies, and fresh bread

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

giggled at something Nana Jean said, and I couldn't help but smile.

as we were 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 look at me, her eyebrows

voice tinged with

always left you guessing. "I never

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

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

tall, imposing even, and the second he entered the room, it was as

a sharp charcoal black suit that only accentuated his composed aura. A subtle but potent scent of expensive cologne wafted through the air as he moved closer to the table. His eyes were the first thing I

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

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

then, the

world tilted on

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

and I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the impossible. I must've

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, I was too stunned to even

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.

Nana Jean, his eyes

to hold