Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Knights in shining armor

(ARIELLE'S POV)

One of the drunken men seemed to recognize Jared. He whispered to the others, "Could these bitches know Smith?"

The second man scoffed, dismissing the idea. "Impossible. They must be some pathetic women trying to cling to the riches." His words were thick with condescension as he took a step closer, reaching for my arm. I jerked away, my voice rising in anger. "Take your hand off me!"

Jared froze. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the situation.

I held my breath, desperate for him to intervene, praying he'd come to our rescue.

But I got the greatest shock of my life.

Jared barely glanced in our direction. His gaze was icy, detached-like we were invisible.

Oliver hesitated, his uncertainty clear, but Jared spoke first, his voice cool and calm.

"We just came out to get some air, Oliver." He motioned to the chaos without a flicker of emotion. "Don't get involved in something we don't know about."

I saw the tension in Oliver's shoulders as he clearly wanted to step in, but he didn't. He was frozen by Jared's indifference.

Jared didn't even spare us another glance. He turned toward the woman beside him, a face I still couldn't recognize, and then, as if we were nothing more than a passing inconvenience, he started to walk away. My heart somersaulted and sank in my stomach.

I felt my breath hitching, as my hands began to tremble. The sight of Jared, each step away from us, was like a dagger to my chest.

"Did...did he just walk away...?" Ashley stuttered beside me.

I couldn't respond as I found it hard to believe. But then, Jared finally turned his gaze towards us again, his expression unreadable now.

My chest tightened, refusing to believe he could leave us like this. I locked eyes with him, willing him to understand the danger, hoping he'd do something-anything-to help.

"Do we have any relationship that requires me to help you?" He asked, looking me up and down. "Tell me; who are you to me?"

dashing to pieces as I moped in

I could respond, a loud voice

"Back off!"

men strode purposefully in pure black suits. Their presence was so commanding that I could feel Dwayne's fury radiating with every step. The moment they stepped forward, the three drunken men

the Mafia

ached. I glanced at Ashley, whose eyes were wide, filled with fear

of relief, grateful Ashley and I were unharmed apart from a few red marks on our skin from the scuffle. It was nothing a few ice cubes couldn't fix. All things considered, we were as

tight with worry. "Are you okay?" His eyes

nodded, the tension in my body still too raw.

He groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm so sorry, Arielle. I should

blame himself, when he had actually rescued me. "It's not your fault, Dwayne. You got here when it mattered. If you didn't, I don't know what would have happened. Those men..." My voice trailed off as I tried not to think of the harm they

safe now," he mumbled, caressing my hand

leave, I looked around, only to realize Jared was gone. He had vanished as if he'd never been there at all. I felt a cold emptiness where his presence had

me back to the present. "Let's get you two home," he

nodded, still shaken. I glanced over at Ashley, who looked even more nervous now. She caught Roman's eye, and I could tell something was off. His gaze was focused on her, and it

I whispered to Dwayne, leaning closer so

voice low. "When he arrived, he called Ashley several times, but she didn't answer. That's when he knew something was wrong, and we

lot of scolding and explanation. But that didn't matter now,

lot, Roman spoke up for the first time.

truck home." He tossed the keys to her, then motioned to Roman. "We'll

the way to his limousine, his driver already waiting. The door opened, and Dwayne helped us get in

we settled

help the feeling

had us

sitting directly across from me, his piercing eyes seeming to see right through me. Roman sat across from Ashley,

didn't want to say a word. was still dazed from the encounter with Jared, and my emotions were scattered. The memory of his indifferent gaze lingered in my mind,

soft with frustration. "I'm sorry, Ari," she said

you." I paused, the anger still simmering

promise," she said softly. "And I'm sorry for being useless just

head, giving a soft chuckle. "You're