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

Mrs. Moreno hold no affection for

her as nothing more than a stand-in

her childhood, she had bent

have truly

coldness cut

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

in

from the Moreno household signified a complete

would no longer be

once enjoyed

was about to be thrust back into the life