My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

The bright morning sunshine seemed like a distant memory, shrouded in a thick haze that blocked out the light.

Yes, she had been relentless in pursuing him, but how could Barlow humiliate her so publicly?

He truly was a heartless, despicable man.

Meanwhile, Barlow finally pulled up to a rundown building on the west side in a frantic rush.

He parked his car and, in the chill of the wind, surveyed the dilapidated structure.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that there were just five minutes left. But it felt like an eternity in this biting cold.

raced, wondering if Blair’s team had managed

gnawed at him, but he couldn’t afford to let it show. With determined steps, he entered

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

However, midway

wounded beast in the dead of

atmosphere. It was enough

to a concrete pillar on the fifth

was gagged with a towel, and

a glimmer of hope sparkled

captive left to endure the biting cold for what felt like

“Rosalynn, where are you?”