The return of the Heiress
As I took it, my husband - the man who had tried to kill me - placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch feigning gentleness and care.
Meanwhile, Olivia's dagger-like glances sliced through me, her eyes flashing with malice every few seconds.
“We should go home now, honey,” he murmured trying to help me up but before he could get the chance, the door burst open.
A tall man strides inside with two bodyguards. His presence is enough to make the world around him smaller.
His dark suit is perfectly tailored, hugging is broad, framed like a second skin. His black hair falls slightly over his forehead but not enough to hide his sharp, dangerous features.