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

hand, he scrutinized her, seeking any signs of

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

anxiety abated slightly at

an attempt

and I planned to dine near the

me. Lyndon maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me but

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

harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s intervention,

time, Brylee had lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but Barlow intervened

rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became

act left him wrestling with