Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Rowan stood to the side, his mind spinning out of control as he shouted, "Oliver, you think you're so capable, huh? You had killed your mom like that, now show us you can kill this girl too!"

Josefina was in shock! Oliver had killed his mother?

She couldn't believe it and refused to accept it as truth. Sure, Oliver was cold and ruthless, but to commit the atrocious act of matricide was unthinkable, wasn't it?

With clear eyes, Josefina watched Oliver and pulled out a necklace. "Oliver, put down the gun."

Just as she was about to hypnotize Oliver, amidst Rowan's horrified gaze, Oliver lowered his firearm.

Rowan shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom the turn of events. He approached Josefina, his voice laced with venom as he demanded, "What did you do? Why is he listening to you?" Josefina stood her ground, her presence commanding. "He's doing the right thing. Why shouldn't he listen to me?"

off the deep end. How could he

stood by Oliver, her voice chilly. "You claim to be Oliver's father, yet you're the very executioner who wishes for his demise! What right do you have to question anyone or anything concerning Oliver?" Oliver, at Josefina's side, looked

anger to its peak. He glanced at Josefina with a cold smirk, as if savoring the drama. "What's this? What are you to Oliver? Are you smitten with his body or after his wealth? Do you really think Oliver could truly fancy you? He's a madman, and he's mentally disturbed,

pistol, fixed his bloodshot eyes on Rowan with a snide chuckle. "If I'm the mad

him, Josefina's stance toward Rowan grew increasingly frosty. "I think

Josefina in disbelief. It was as if the icy depths of his eyes began to thaw, like spring arriving in a second

his lips, but he appeared to be in a much

the company to your illegitimate son. Do you want it? Only over

rage soaring. "Oliver, it would be so simple