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

at him, but he couldn’t afford to let

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

once been an ambitious real estate venture. However, midway through development, a debt dispute had derailed everything, leaving the project

beast in the dead of night, its gaping

eerie atmosphere. It was enough to send shivers

was bound to a concrete

gagged with a

heard Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of hope sparkled

with her predicament, a helpless captive left to endure

“Rosalynn, where are you?”