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!"

feet, Oliver's voice thundered, "Don't you dare speak of my mother! Shut

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

flooded Oliver's mind. His emotions spiraled out of control, his eyes reddening with rage as he reached out and grabbed Rowan by the throat. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

to let me go? Are you not going to avenge your dear mother?" Locking eyes with Oliver, Rowan pulled out a handgun from

"Oliver!"

She rushed to Oliver's side and firmly grabbed his icy hand. "Oliver, put down the gun," she urged, her voice a soothing caress. Her warm gaze met his as she drew closer, gently

by Josefina's interruption. He felt his plan unravel, stoking his anger even more. He pointed at Josefina, his voice loaded with accusation, "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in

raised the gun and fired at Rowan's hand. The bullet struck true, sending Rowan's features into

her arms