Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver sighed, the weight of his world in his breath, "Then let me just be this way, okay?"

Rowan, grinding his teeth in fury, was interrupted by Brandon's timely arrival. "Rowan, you little snake. Believe me, I'll skin you alive if I have to!"

The formidable and furious Brandon stormed in, only to halt in his tracks at the sight of Josefina. The air around him shifted palpably.

How could he let his future granddaughter-in-law witness his violent tendencies? Absolutely not!

Rowan, filled with a mix of grievance and defiance, protested, "Dad, you've got to see what Oliver did! He shot my hand! He's a murderer. I'll press charges. I'll see him behind bars!"

In a heartbeat, Brandon transformed into the picture of a gentle, benevolent grandfather, "Josie, are you here for Oliver? I'll just take Rowan, the dumbass, out of here. You two chat."

With a mere glance from Brandon, the two bodyguards who had followed him swiftly escorted Rowan away. Rowan roared, "Whose father are you? Whose side are you on? He's a lunatic, so why do you side with him? You've got more than one grandson!"

broke into an amiable smile. "Josie, don't worry yourself. I'll lock Rowan away. By the time you join the family, you won't have to lay eyes on him or let him

Josefina began, "Brandon, I..."

company for now. I've got some things to handle." With another knowing look, Brandon and his entourage departed. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

guns trained on Rowan's allies. Neither side yielded, locked

unaided, not because his

a bunch of statues! Get lost!" Rowan's protectors scattered, knowing their boss was already

Rowan being led

head back too. Josie's inside and she's more useful

George nodded, "Understood."

jug of juice and a selection of pastries before quickly making themselves scarce. Josefina, taking in the now immaculate living room and Oliver's forlorn

are you alright?"

slowly lifted his gaze and moved closer, and suddenly, Josefina found herself beneath him on the couch, locked under his

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