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.”

a physical blow, draining what Little

hold no affection for

their own daughter had returned, did they view her as nothing more than a stand-in they

had

have

cut

L A ‘s L I B R A

breaths came in harsh, rapid

from the Moreno household

longer be cherished within the

once enjoyed were slipping

was about to be thrust back into the life of an ordinary