My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Selina.”

Kyson gripped an umbrella tightly, hastening his steps to shield her from the downpour.

Selina’s complexion was ashen, her Lips devoid of color.

She lifted her gaze to Kyson, a faint shimmer of hope dancing in her eyes.

“Kyson, have your parents softened at all?”

The hope flickering in her eyes forced Kyson to avert his gaze.

“Dad wants you to Leave our home.”

Selina like a physical blow, draining what Little color remained

Mrs. Moreno hold no affection

they view her as nothing more than a stand-in

since her childhood, she had bent over backward to please

have

coldness cut through

N G E L A ‘s

came in harsh, rapid

Moreno household signified a

no longer be cherished

privileges she’d once

be thrust back into