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.

Blair’s team had managed to locate

at him, but he couldn’t afford to

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

half-finished construction project had once been an ambitious real estate venture. However, midway through development, a debt dispute had derailed

building loomed like a wounded beast in the dead of night, its gaping maw a stark reminder of

adding to the already eerie atmosphere. It was

concrete pillar on the fifth

a towel, and she winced in

a glimmer of

her predicament, a helpless captive left to endure

“Rosalynn, where are you?”