(Arielle's POV) The day of our return had finally arrived. I stood in my room, taking one last look around. I had gotten ready earlier, packing all my belongings and Maverick's, into the suitcases Dwayne had gotten us. "Are you ready?" He called out, standing at the doorway. "Yes, I think so," I replied, taking a deep breath. "Alright, I'll get the suitcases," he said, already lifting one off the ground. "Maverick's in the car." "Let me help you with one of those," I offered. "No, you go ahead," He said, but I ignored him and carried one of the suitcases. "You don't give up, do you?" "No, I don't. Not when I learn from you." We carried the suitcases to the car and Dwayne placed them in his car's trunk. He was driving us to the airport despite my protest. We got into the car, with Dwayne getting behind the wheel. "Hey, are you okay, buddy?" He asked, turning to Maverick who was in the backseat. Maverick shook his head, his eyes misty. "I'll miss nanny Jessica."
(Jared's POV)As I made my way through the airport, weaving through the crowds of travelers rushing to embrace their loved ones, something caught my eye. A woman, moving just ahead, her figure strikingly familiar.My heart faltered, as if time itself had paused.Arielle?No, it couldn’t be. My logical side kicked in, urging me to shake off the absurd thought. But something in the way she carried herself... it was too familiar. My gaze locked onto her, desperate for a clearer view, but just as quickly as I had noticed her, she turned her head, blending into the sea of strangers.I strained to catch another glimpse, my pulse pounding in my ears. Her hair—shoulder-length, not the cascading blonde I remembered. And she had a child with her. A boy, clinging to her hand. My Arielle didn’t have a son.Still, my chest tightened, and I stood rooted to the spot for a moment, the rest of the world rushing past me. Could it really be her? My mind raced through the possibilities. But that was im
(JARED'S POV) As I struggled to stay awake and fight off Sofia, my mind began to drift into a dreamlike state.And then, as if a door in my mind opened, I found myself in a different place—a warm, inviting room bathed in soft light. It felt familiar, safe, like something I had lost long ago but never stopped searching for.Arielle was there, standing beside me, her eyes shining, her lips curled into the softest of smiles. My heart soared at the sight of her. She was real. Here. With me.“Love,” I whispered, my voice trembling with an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief. "Yes, Jared," she replied, her voice as warm and soothing as a lullaby I had forgotten. The sound wrapped around me, and for a moment, the ache in my chest disappeared.I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, emotions swirling—happiness so immense it nearly crushed me. She was here. She still loved me. And everything I had ruined, everything that had torn us apart, no longer mattered. I reached for her, my fing
(SOFIA’S POV) I arrived at "Elegance," a popular unisex fashion clothing shop patronized only by the rich. Being a regular caller, I was treated well as I walked to the female section to shop for new arrivals. "Welcome back, Sofia, "Jenna, the sales manager said, approaching me with a smile. "Hi, Jenna. Just browsing new arrivals," I replied, scanning the racks. "We have some lovely pieces from the latest collections," she said, leading me to the designer section. After selecting a few dresses and trying them on, I made my final choices. At the checkout counter, Jenna summed up my purchases. "Total comes to $10,000," she announced. I handed over my black card, and she withdrew the amount. Afterward, I pulled out wads of bills from my purse and handed them to her. "Here, for being a nice girl." "Thank you. Bye," she called out. I nodded and walked out, bearing the shopping bags. Getting into the Bentley, I felt a thrill, and I suddenly craved speed. It gave me a surge
(JARED'S POV)I was buried in work when Sofia’s call cut through the silence, pulling me from my focus.Ok what happened this time? When could she stop causing trouble? I sighed and suppressed my anger as I listened to her crying on the other end of the phone. She lived under my roof; her safety was something I couldn’t ignore. Now I knew that was my karma. I shut my laptop, grabbed my keys, and left.As I drove, I silently prayed that the accident was not as bad as she had explained over the phone. Halfway there, I hit a red light. Frustration gnawed at me as I tapped the steering wheel, waiting for it to change. That’s when my gaze drifted, scanning the surrounding cars. It was then I noticed a grey Audi beside me.This wasn't a rare model, but it looked particularly familiar somehow.Something stirred in me—Ashley’s car? But why would she be in this part of town? My eyes narrowed, curiosity taking hold. I leaned forward, trying to peer through the tinted window.There, in the pa
(JARED'S POV) I blinked and went over the headline again, ensuring I was not reading wrong. But the words did not go away. They were there, as bold as ever. Then I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the picture below, and my breath hitched. It was her. Arielle. The same lady at the airport. The same lady in Ashley's car. Little wonder I was drawn to her earlier in the traffic.How could I be so blind?Twice, in just a few days. At the airport, where I had felt that strange pull but brushed it off. In the car, where I tried to catch a glimpse, but she vanished before I could truly see her. Both times, I had let her slip away. The realization hit me like a ton of hot breaks, shattering my heart. How could tease fate trade me like this? I had thought I'd never see her again. But here she was.I stared at her picture, my heart pounding. Arielle. Back in town. Successful. Famous, even. Her name was splashed across the article, announcing her as the new ambassador chef for Ita
(ARIELLE'S POV)It was my first day back since returning home, and a sense of excitement and nervousness buzzed under my skin. Today, I’d be visiting my restaurant site and attending a pivotal meeting with delegates from the prestigious Paradiso Culinary Academy—my alma mater—for the ambassador endorsement I’d worked so hard to secure.This was a chance to shape the culinary world in ways I’d dreamed about during those long, challenging years in Italy.Excitement flowed through my veins as I thought about the benefits that came with the position –an expensive company car, fully funded insurance, and a hefty payroll that would get me rolling in a lot of dollar bills. The perks were nice.But what I craved was to leave a lasting mark on Paradiso’s menu, its identity, and its patrons. This was my stage, and I was ready to own it.I slipped into my tailored black dress, the fabric hugging my figure in all the right places. Simple, elegant. With nude makeup to highlight my features and a q
(Arielle's POV) I returned home finally, exhausted but fulfilled. My Mom and son were already waiting in the sitting room, and they sprung on me, yelling their felicitations as I walked in. "We saw the news!" Maverick exclaimed, jumping on me. "You're famous now, Mama." "Congratulations, my darling. I'm so proud of you," Mom said. I smiled, sharing in their happiness. "Thanks, guys." I walked to the couch and we all settled in it and I filled their eager ears with how my day went. But of course, I ensured to keep the accident and the encounter with Sofia's part out, so they don't freak out. After my narration, I excused myself as I was dying to shed the dress and accessories I had on my body. "Excuse me, you two," I said, rising to my feet. "I need to shower and rest a little." "Dinner will be ready soon," my Mom reminded me. I nodded, grateful for the brief reprieve. Once inside my bedroom, I peeled off my dress, craving comfort. The hot water in the shower felt like a
( 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