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."

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

I wished we could stay like this forever,

fresh bread made

to be filled, small banters were exchanged around the table. Especially between Nana Jean and Maverick. They seemed to

said, and I couldn't help but smile. This was what

to eat, Nana announced, "I have a surprise for you all. We have a special guest for the evening -a

she asked, her voice tinged with

her cryptic smiles, the kind that always left you guessing. "I never introduced him before because,

Who could this mystery family be that I

my mind was still racing to make sense of it all,

it was

sharp charcoal black suit that only accentuated his composed aura. A subtle but potent scent of expensive cologne

Piercing emerald green...

(ARIELLE'S POV)

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

then, the

my world tilted on

had time to register what I was seeing before

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

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 such a hushed tone. Also, it's Italy, not Italia-but right now, I was too stunned

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.

in front of Nana Jean, his eyes fixed

seemed to