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

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

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

estate venture. However, midway through development, a debt dispute had derailed everything, leaving the project

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

howled, adding to the already eerie atmosphere. It was enough to send

bound to a concrete pillar on the fifth

a towel, and she winced

Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of hope sparkled in

still grappling with her predicament, a helpless captive left to endure the biting cold for what felt like

“Rosalynn, where are you?”