Rebirth Of A Hidden Heiress
Charles raised his hand angrily and his palm was about to fall on Allison's face when a large hand grabbed him from behind.
“Are you crazy? You wanna hit a woman?” The man asked angrily.
His voice ignited a warmth that spread through Allison’s body. She looked up at the man and damn, he was so hot in his black custom-made suit.
His hazel-green eyes are compelling with a unique blend of golden brown around the pupil. They hold a deep, captivating intensity, drawing her near with every glance.
“Don't meddle in our business, she's my wife,” Charles yelled.
“Your ex-wife.” Allison corrected.