My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

In the ensuing calm, Rosalynn’s thoughts were eerily collected as she pondered the identity of her assailant.

Peering through the glass at the driver, she recognized no familiar features.

He was an unknown entity, likely acting under orders.

Speculations raced through her mind, but Brylee’s father surfaced as the prime suspect, the only figure she had conflicts with recently.

Could he be the mastermind of this accident?

Half an hour later, Brian appeared, Edwin in tow.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

he scrutinized her, seeking

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

anxiety abated slightly at

Keegan mentioned an attempt on your

and I planned to dine

maneuvered his

her words, Brian’s grip tightened, his lips a firm

had been seconds away from harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s intervention, echoed a haunting familiarity

Brylee had lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with

his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became

left him wrestling with a tumult of