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

Commotion

(JARED'S POV)

As I stepped out of the dining hall, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Arielle had disappeared, and I had no idea where she had gone. I had been looking forward to talking to her all evening, but it seemed like fate had other plans or she was intentionally avoiding me. So I decided to focus on the utmost task at hand-confronting Matt Harrison. After tricking me and going contradictory to our agreement, it was expedient that he and I had a little chat.

After a little looking around, I found him smoking at a corner of the deck, the dim night lightning casting a shadow on his face. I approached him, my footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.

My footsteps alerted him, and he turned to face me, a smile spreading across his face. "Ahh, Jared, I have been expecting you. Took you long enough to find me. Sigh, the murderous glances you kept casting at me; I almost swore you'd rip my heart out the instant dinner ended."

"Well, it's a good thing that you know that I'm not a man to mess around with," I sneaked, stopping in front of him, my stance intimidating.

"Which is why I'm surprised about why you did what you did," I continued. "You did contrary to the agreement, Matt. Why?"

His expression turned serious, and he put out the fire in his cigarette, throwing the stub on the floor. "Yes, I did," he said firmly, even though I could notice the underlying tremor in his tone.

I took a step closer, my eyes menacing for additional effect. "And I asked why!"

He scoffed, moving backward. "You seriously think I'd do as you said? Come on, Jared, I know you don't make requests unless it's something important. As much as I didn't know why you wanted to get on my family's yacht, I still couldn't leave things to chance. So I extended an invitation to your people, too, just in case you had plans to botch things in the yacht, your loved ones can witness it happen."

I stared at Matt, amused by his paranoia. "Do I take it that you're scared of me?" I asked, closing more distance between us until our foreheads were almost touching.

Matt cowered, taking more steps backward until his back was touching the back of the rails. "Shouldn't I be? I mean, I tried to dupe you of a lot of money years back, costing you money. But you unexpectedly let me off the hook. And that's rare because everyone knows you to be ruthless when it comes to business and money. And I'm not gullible, Jared. It could be your plot to exert revenge on me."

I smiled, enjoying the upper hand. Matt was more paranoid than I thought. "You might be wrong, and still be right. But what did they say about a guilty conscience, huh?" I asked, throwing my arms apart.

Matt opened his mouth to say something, clearly in defense, but before the words could leave his mouth, a noise erupted from the other side of the deck.

to Matt. "What's going on?" I asked, and even though

to me. And before we could speculate further, a domestic staff rushed towards us, looking flushed. "Excuse me, sir," he said, addressing Matt.

kind of

looking for a missing property of hers," the staff member

another word, I made my way to the direction of the commotion. My long strides took up the distance, and Matt and the staff member had to hurry to keep pace with me. I quickened my steps, my mind racing

the corner, and there she was-Sofia-standing in front of the door, surrounded by a growing crowd of crew members. She was gesturing wildly, face flushed

to step forward.

the hell was she doing here? This wasn't a casual

in his room." Her voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of

to Sofia, eyebrows raised, my tone cool but probing. "What exactly have you

lost the diamond watch-the one you bought for

fixed on my back now. I took a breath, trying to calm myself. "Sofia, whatever it is, this isn't the way to handle it. I could help, just don't drag everyone into your personal

my rising anger. Why does

welled

hold back sobs. "You just don't believe me anymore, do you? No matter what I say. You've always

it doesn't

get justice for myself!"

eyes caught a familiar face in the crowd.

Arielle?

Ashley. A cold, creeping unease

had something of hers? And why now? Why wasn't she

high alert. That's when I saw it-on the corner of the door, the room number was Dwayne's, but the name tag on the door...

quickened. Something was

to bang on the door. "Stop," I ordered sharply. "Whatever this is, just

(SOFIA'S POV)