Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Rowan's icy glare could have frozen hell over. His eyes bore into his son, Oliver, with a ferocity that seemed lethal.

Oliver sat sprawled on the couch, returning the stare with a steely resolve that didn't waver. They sat in opposition, the tension palpable between them, only a coffee table serving as a no man's land. Oliver, with a look colder than Rowan's, seemed almost heartless by comparison.

Rowan let out a scoff, his amusement thinly veiled. "Oliver, your mother's been gone for ages, and you're still holding that grudge against me?"

"Don't you dare speak about my mother! You're not worthy of saying her name!" Oliver shot back, his voice crackling with intensity.

Rowan's smirk grew wider, his plan seemingly coming together. "Your mother always acted so high and mighty, never listening to my advice. She got what she deserved!"

thundered, "Don't you dare speak of

do you think you are?" Rowan's tone was laced with arrogance, a smirk playing at his lips as he stepped closer, looking down at Oliver with disdain. "If you're so capable, kill me then. Isn't that what you want? Go on, take your shot," he taunted, pointing to

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bruised throat, Rowan rasped, "What's the matter? Planning to let me go? Are you not going to avenge your dear mother?" Locking eyes with Oliver, Rowan pulled out a handgun

"Oliver!"

the situation reached a critical point, Josefina arrived in the nick of time. She rushed to Oliver's side and firmly grabbed his icy hand. "Oliver, put down

guard by Josefina's interruption. He felt his plan unravel, stoking his anger even more. He pointed

hesitation, Oliver raised the gun and fired at Rowan's hand. The

Josefina saw Rowan reel from the shot, she wrapped her arms around Oliver. "Oliver, please, calm down.