Hey, amazing readers! Thank you so much for reading this book up to this chapter. As you can see, Jared's character has been through quite a transformation. What do you think of him so far? Whether you love, hate, or feel conflicted about Jared, I'd love to read all your thoughts! Does he seem sincere in his regrets? Do you think he deserves another chance, or should Arielle stay strong and move on? Leave a comment and tell me what you think! Thank you again for reading—and for all your amazing support!
(ARIELLE'S POV)My last words were firm: “Don’t come any closer, Jared. I mean it.”He halted, his eyes misty. For a moment, I thought he'd defy me, but then he nodded and stepped back.Without another glance, I turned around and hurried off. I refused to look back, quickening my step along the hallway. My heart thudded in my chest, relief flooding my system when I finally reached the sanctuary of my hospital room.I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I let out a shaky breath. The encounter with Jared has left me badly shaken and drained.My mind kept racing, as I couldn't get rid of the thoughts of what would happen now that Jared knew Maverick's paternity.Would he go to court and try to take him from me, especially as I have refused to let him into our lives? No way, my inner mother instincts instantly kicked in at the thought, and I vowed fiercely that no one would take my child from me.But as much as I was being optimistic, I couldn't rule out the fact that Jared's p
(ARIELLE'S POV)The day after a hangover was always brutal—a not-so-gentle reminder that I wasn’t as young as I used to be. As I worked at the restaurant, my back ached in that relentless way it always did these days.When I left, Ashley was still asleep, even snoring a little. Poor thing; she’s really been worn out lately. No wonder every time we chat, she curses her boss like he’s some monster. But when I called him this morning to request a day off for her, his calm, gentle baritone was nothing like the tyrant she described.Imagining her face as she ranted about him, I chuckled.Stephen passed by just then. “Something good, ma’am?” I nodded back, offering him a bright smile of my own. After yesterday’s incident, I felt a little closer to him, though I wasn’t yet used to casual conversations with him.He flushed, muttering something under his breath before hurrying off. His reaction definitely lifted my spirits, and for the first time, it didn’t seem so bad to have a younger guy c
(ARIELLE’S POV) "Arielle, are you alright?" A voice asked, tapping my shoulder. I instantly jolted back to reality to find Rebecca standing by my side, a worried look on her face. "Yes, of course. Why?" She gave me a look that was both sympathetic and full of concern, her eyes soft. "You’ve been zoning out since you got here, Arielle. It’s okay if you’re not okay. You don’t have to pretend." Her words hit me like a wave, and I felt the knot in my chest tighten even further. I hadn’t been myself. Not since the call with Dwayne. His advice, the questions he’d raised—whether to tell Maverick the truth about his father’s identity, or keep it from him… I was still turning it all over in my head. "I’m fine. Really," I forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but I could feel how fake it sounded. Rebecca didn’t buy it. She tilted her head, looking at me carefully. "You’re not fine, boss. You should go get some rest. Really. You’ve been through so much lately. It’s okay to take a break
(JARED'S POV)I had just wrapped up a virtual meeting and was about to dive back into work when Arielle’s call flashed across my screen.The unexpected sight of her name made my heart skip a beat. There was a flicker of hope. Stupid, maybe, considering how firmly she’d shut me out before, but I couldn’t help it. Perhaps this was it. Maybe she had a change of heart. Maybe she was calling to let me meet my son.I know, it sounded foolish. But a man was allowed to dream."Hello," I answered the call, trying to sound casual but I knew it betrayed how my heart was leaping with anticipation.But no amount of preparation could’ve braced me for what I heard next. Her voice—sharp, frantic, panicked—broke through the phone, jagged and hysterical. "Maverick’s missing! Someone took him from school... I thought it was you..."Her words hit me like a gut punch, stealing my breath.I hated hearing her so terrified, so out of control. I immediately tried to calm her, assure her that I hadn’t taken Ma
(JARED’S POV)Denzel Hernandez.The name hit me like a punch to the gut. The last person I wanted to hear from, not when my world was already falling apart. My grip on the phone tightened as anger surged through me—why the hell was he calling now?"Look, I don't know how you got my number, but I don't have time for your silly games," I snapped, ready to press the "end call" button."Oh, don't hang up, Jared," Denzel’s voice was as smooth as ever. "You'll want to hear what I have to say. Trust me on this."“What the hell do you want?”"Well you really should know. There’s a kid with me, I think his name is…Maverick?"My heart slammed against my ribs, the world narrowing to a single point. So it was him."You bastard! What have you done to him?" My voice was low and deadly, barely controlled. My grip on the phone threatened to crush it.“Nothing,” he said coolly. “At least not yet. There’s a small mole on his left earlobe huh?” "Denzel," I said, barely containing the venom in my words.
(JARED'S POV)The engine of my car hummed, my heart churning with dread. I was leaving the city, its bustling ambience now gradually swallowed by the deserted path that led to the warehouse. As I drew nearer, my grip on the steering wheel tightened. This whole thing still didn’t feel right. Some key questions were not answered. But I had no time to dig that deeper, not when it was sure that Maverick was in Dwayne’s hand.Every mile that took me farther from the city felt like a weight dragging me into an abyss. Maverick. His face flashed through my mind. Even though I haven't had the chance to meet him properly as a father, I could tell he was an adorable child.And now he was somewhere out there, in Denzel’s filthy hands.Finally, I arrived and brought the car to a halt as I stared at the warehouse. Momentarily, I took in its dilapidated outlook. Broken windows, rusting metal, and crumbling concrete testified to years of neglect.I tried so hard not to paint a mental picture of Mav
(ARIELLE’S POV)I sat huddled on the couch in the dimly lit living room downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling so violently I could barely hold them still. Thirty hours. Thirty hours since the last time I saw my son, and I hadn’t slept a minute. Not a single second of rest had come, no matter how heavy my eyelids felt or how desperately I tried to will myself into unconsciousness.Ashley sat beside me, her presence a small comfort in the sea of anxiety. She had rushed down to be with me the moment I made a distressed call to her. She kept trying to console me, but her words barely broke through the suffocating fog of dread that gripped my heart. Together, we've sat, praying and waiting for feedback from Jared. Every minute felt like a year, and each second without news from Jared gnawed at my soul."What if he's not able to save my son?" I asked, turning to face Ashley. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get rid of the feeling of dread and fear brewing
ARIELLE'S POV)It's been days since the kidnap incident, and I'd been trying to move on, getting back to my life. Though the experience still lingered, I took preventive measures to ensure it didn't repeat itself. I’d taken the week off, leaving the restaurant in the capable hands of Stephan and Rebecca. They’d managed everything flawlessly, for which I was endlessly grateful. First, I took Maverick to the doctor the very next day. The relief I felt when I was assured he was physically unharmed was immeasurable. Next, I made him talk to a children’s therapist—just to be certain the experience hadn’t left any invisible scars. Thankfully, the therapist was confident Maverick wasn’t traumatized. My son, it seemed, was stronger than I could have ever imagined. My heart swelled with pride.Then came the hard part: security. I enforced stricter measures, something I’d once resisted for fear of making Maverick feel trapped. From now on, only his Nana, Big Joe, or I would pick him up from
( MICHAEL’S POV)From my seat, I watched Arielle and her team members celebrate their victory, a mix of emotions brewing inside of me. They had just won the first round of the food tasting competition; which was proper meal setting and arrangement.On the other hand, I was beginning to see her in a different light, other than the social climber and a woman who got to the point she was through the help and influence of her ex-husband, Jared Smith.I was impressed by her culinary skills, passion and the dedication she exuded. She had arrived here earlier with her team, even before her rivals did, and her setup was distinct and orderly.On the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder how a small and upcoming restaurant like hers had managed to secure a catering role alongside my own prestigious establishment , Red velvet.As I sat there, lost in thought, all I felt was disappointment at my team. Despite all the resources I had channeled into getting them prepared as I knew this event had t
(ARIELLE’S POV)Finally, it was D-day. The day for the tasting event for the Mayor's Banquet. I had woken up, cranky and nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I hoped that my restaurant got more ratings as against our rival as that would put me in more limelight.“You don't have to worry, dear. I know you'll ace it,” Mom assured me as we had breakfast. Ashley and Dwayne had called earlier too, to wish me well. Dwayne was still in Italy, and Ashley had a function at work. But despite the reassurance from my family and loved ones, I was still agitated. I could barely eat and kept struggling.Realizing it was a failed battle, I rose to my feet and grabbed my bag on the table. “I'm leaving now,” I announced.“But you haven't eaten anything out of your plate,” Mom protested, looking up at me worried.“Yes, mommy. You're gonna fall sick if you don't eat well,” Maverick chimed, equally looking concerned.“I'm okay, guys. I have to be on my way now so I can get to the venue on time,” I
(ARIELLE'S POV) I sat in the car, my eyes fixed on the direction Jared and Big Joe had left in. I was restless, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts of which none was good. I considered getting out of the car and following them, but the doors were locked, and I didn't want to leave the safety of the vehicle. I glanced at the clock in the dashboard, my anxiety growing with each passing minute. If they didn't return soon, I was going to call the cops. Just as I was starting to get really worried, Jared appeared, walking towards the car with a calm expression. He unlocked the door and got in, his voice apologetic. “I'm sorry I was away for so long,” he said. “It's fine,” I said, relieved that he was unharmed. “And where is Big Joe?” “He's running a surveillance check on the environment.” “Okay. So what did you find out? Who was the person?” I asked curiously. He hesitated, and for a moment, and I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. But then he spoke, his voice
(JARED'S POV)I helped her up, and gathered her belongings in one arm, while I gently steered her forward with the other. We walked down the hallway, the sound of our footsteps the only sound in the building. As we turned a corner, I spotted a figure standing in the hallway. On closer inspection, I recognized him. He was the bodyguard Dwayne had hired for Arielle sometime in the past. What was his name again? I searched my brain for a recollection and then it hit. Big Joe. I frowned as I wondered what he was doing here? How come I didn't see him When I arrived? I turned to Arielle seeking answers with my eyes. As if she knew what was going through my mind, she offered an explanation.“Big Joe's back in the job,” she said. “Dwayne rehired him before he traveled.”I nodded, taking in this new information. I gave the bulky man a once-over as we passed him. He was a towering figure, with an even sterner expression than I remembered in the past.As we walked past, he made to follow but
(JARED’S POV.)I stopped by a flower shop on my way to the restaurant. Thankfully, the storekeeper was a friendly middle-aged lady. She took me through the large shop, showing me different flowers sticking out of fancy flowerpots. The place was designed to have an infinity garden theme—it felt like a walk in paradise, with all the smells and sounds. There was a deer statue in one end and a flowing water fountain from which fishes jumped into the air on the other. A squirrel sat on a rubber tree statue in the far corner, while a bunny stuck its head out of a log somewhere else. I let my awe of the place cover up for the fact that I didn’t know what flower to get Keira.“Having a hard time deciding what to get her?” she asked with a kind smile.I nodded, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. “Gosh. I don’t even know what which to get her. She loves Lavender, hit I want to pair it with another nice flower,” I confessed.“Well, no one ever goes wrong with a mix of lavender and
(ARIELLE’S POV.)I sat in my office for the first time since the hospital incident, and I had to keep a hard fight to keep my mental energy flying high. I couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the mountain of work that welcomed me on my first day. Jared and Dwayne had insisted that I let things at the restaurant handle themselves under Stephen and Rebecca’s care. And even though they’d done their jobs very thoroughly, I still had a mountain of paperwork to sign through. Turns out the administrative expectations of the restaurant didn’t take a break like I did.I heard a knock on the door and raised my head from the document before me. Stephen walked in, his lips stretched out in a goofy smile as always. Rebecca pushed past him almost immediately.“Get out of the way, Ste…,” she began saying but paused to observe him. He’d frozen still with the smile still intact, like a mascot. “Hey. Earth to Stephen,” she snapped her fingers in his face and caused him to jump back in fright.“T
(ARIELLE’S POV.)The other parents were taking forever to get ready. The sun was going down and the skies were stained a bright orange. Jared looked at his watch multiple times and I could tell he was growing restless and would’ve disappeared if Maverick’s emotions weren’t involved.The public address system crackled to life and the principal took the stage. All eyes filed in the direction of his booming voice. “In a matter of moments, the race will begin… hold on. I’d like to acknowledge the presence of our biggest sponsors…,” he said. But we didn’t need to hear him finish his sentence.Out of the blues, Mr. Langley appeared in sight, Tiana perched on his arm. They had the facetious look of hypocrites putting on a good show for all who cared to see.“What are they doing here?” my mother asked, her face set in a skeptical frown. I looked at Jared too who was having a hard time concealing the contempt on his face. We exchanged a knowing look and I shook my head in the negative to keep
(DENZEL'S POV)The gears clicked into place in my head. I’d been missing a key detail this whole time. Of course. “Your nephew. The kid is your nephew!” I pointed out in a moment of eureka. “Of course. Jared Smith is your brother. Now you’ve made me look stupid,” I said with an animated pout."You’ve been stupid from the start," Dwayne said, amusement laced with dry contempt. "That’s your problem, not mine. Stay away from Jared and his family." My brain was racing. My lips stretched out in a smile. “You see, sir, actually I think we’ll make a good team.” He raised an eyebrow."I know how it goes with you rich brothers—fighting tooth and nail over family assets. Even if you are a Mafia godfather, so what? There's still more wealth to go around in the wealthy Smith, right? You’re using a fake identity to compete with him, which means there’s a reason. Whatever it is, I can help you." I was on a roll now, the more excitement buzzing in my veins as the more I realized. “Jared owes
(DENZEL’S POV.)I licked my lips in self-absorbed satisfaction as I watched the gears in the man’s head move. He’s a dangerous man.That’s the first thought that struck me.There’s a vast difference between how men and women look at other men. A woman might first notice the tailored black suit sculpting his broad shoulders and tapering waist, the sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that gave him a sculpted air.But I? I saw the quiet promise of violence beneath his composed demeanor.He stood tall, his frame lean but deceptively powerful—built for precision rather than bulk. Those weren’t gym-trained muscles but the product of relentless, high-intensity exertion. A body honed for efficiency. For lethality.A man like Jared was a lion or a tiger—the noble king of the jungle. But this man was a leopard. Not the biggest beast in the wild, but the deadliest.I made a mental note: If I could deliver someone this menacing into my grandfather’s service as a foot soldier, the old man might jus