My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1

On a quiet, summer night in Wragos, Rosalynn Fuller sat on the sofa in her home, browsing through

some news on her phone. ©

“Brian Hughes, CEO of Hughes Group, attended a social event with the famous actress, Eleanor

Hilton. They later retired to a hotel and spent the night together. Intimate pictures of the two have been

captured…”

This particular article was among the trending topics online, and it spread all over the Internet like

wildfire.

Rosalynn pushed her black-framed glasses against the bridge of her nose and peered at the photos

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published with the article, her face devoid of any expression.

The pictures were blurry, but one could make out the silhouette of a man and a woman kissing by the

window.

This man, Brian Hughes, was none other than her husband, and the heir to the wealthiest and most

influential family in the city. ©

He was a powerful man who had control over the economic lifeline of the entire city.

As ridiculous as it would sound to most people, Brian had never set foot in their home since they got

married two years ago.

In fact, he hadn’t even shown up when their marriage was registered.

Instead, he had sent his lawyer to represent him, completing the entire process by proxy.

Rosalynn was aware from the start that Brian was against their union.

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The only reason he had relented was because of his grandmother, Debora Hughes.

By some twist of fate, Rosalynn’s grandfather had once saved Debora. When she expressed her desire

to repay him for the favor, he had boldly requested her grandson to marry his granddaughter in hopes

of giving her a comfortable and carefree life.

At first, Rosalynn had harbored some hope for her marriage.

But over the last couple of years, Brian had constantly seen dating various actresses. It was more than

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enough to disappoint her and shatter her naive illusions.

Rosalynn pursed her lips as she finished reading the article, then she went over to her contact list,

searched for Brian’s number, and called him.

This was the first time she had ever called Brian.

Soon, the call connected.

“Hello, this is Rosalynn.”

“Rosalynn? Which Rosalyn?”

Brian’s voice was deep and smooth. Although his tone was unmistakably cold, listening to him was

quite a pleasant experience.

His words, however, were another matter entirely. Rosalynn sneered and clenched her fingers tightly

around her phone.

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