All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(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)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

(ARIELLE'S POV)I stood, frozen, my mind still reeling from Jared's revelation. The hell? Jared Smith, the ever-composed billionaire, suddenly broke and homeless? It didn’t add up. Especially not with his influential family in the wings. What kind of game was he playing this time?The toothbrush still dangled from my mouth. And then I managed to regain composure and turned to Maverick, he was too young to overhear whatever nonsense Jared was about to spew next."Hey, baby, why don't you go introduce your new puppy to Milo? I'm sure he'd be happy to have a puppy sibling," I said sweetly.Maverick’s face lit up. Without a word, he clutched the squirming dog and bolted inside, leaving me alone with Jared.The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to face Jared again, with my arms folded.“Cut the act, Jared. What’s really going on?”“I told you the truth,” he insisted, his tone maddeningly calm. “I sold my shares in J&S. I’m homeless, Arielle.”I studied his expression, said in a sure

(ARIELLE'S POV)The next day was a Saturday, and Maverick was not going to school. I woke up early, feeling a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. It would be my first time leaving Jared alone with Maverick for the day, and I couldn’t shake the nagging worry that he might—well, not exactly cause trouble—but stumble into it somehow.Still, I had little choice. Mom was leaving for her trip, and taking Maverick to the restaurant wasn’t an option, because I didn't want him in public eyes these days.After getting dressed, I walked into the living room. Jared and Maverick were on the couch, watching CoComelon, their laughter filling the space.“Morning,” Jared greeted, his gaze flicking to me."Morning," I replied, taking a seat beside Maverick.Maverick grinned up at me, his cheeks bulging with what looked like a candy bar."Mom, can I go for a walk with Dad later?" He asked."Not today, dear," I said, and turned to Jared."I need to talk to you," I said, my tone serious so I could drive home

(ARIELLE'S POV)Exhausted from the day’s chaos, I pushed open the front door, desperate for the comfort of solitude. Between the rival restaurant’s sabotage and Stephen and Rebecca’s antics, my nerves were frayed. All I wanted was to collapse in peace.But the sight that greeted me was nothing short of surreal.The space has been transformed to a cozy haven. The fireplace that was barely in use now crackled with fire, casting a warm and comfortable glow over the room. The dogs, looking freshly bathed and groomed, lay by the fire, looking content.As if that was not enough, a nice smelling aroma of food sailed into my nose. Nose flared, I traced its source to the kitchen. Once again, I was thrown off balance by the sight before me.Jared and Maverick, moving around the kitchen in what looked like a team effort to prepare dinner. Jared, effortlessly cool as always, flipped a steak with the precision of someone who’d been doing this for years—except I knew better. Meanwhile, Maverick, sp