Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Early the next morning, Rowan awoke to a guard's voice at the door, informing him that the villa was surrounded and no one was getting out.

With a slap on the table, Rowan stood up, his injured hand bleeding anew. "Insolence! That ungrateful brat tried to imprison me! What is he thinking?"

Sydney tried to soothe him, "Rowan, try to calm down. Your hand is bleeding again."

She shouted, "Get the driver to ready the car. Can't you see his hand bleeding? We need to get him to the hospital, pronto."

Before she could finish, a doctor with a medical kit entered from outside. "I'm a physician, and I can help treat the wound." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rowan snorted, "And just who the hell are you?"

The doctor replied, "As I said, I'm a doctor. Unless you want your hand to be ruined, let me bandage it."

put. If you're itching for a death wish, try breaking

"Oliver, I am your father!

"I'm here to show who calls the shots

one cold and unfeeling, the other ablaze with

"Oliver, for heaven's sake, he's your dad. Can't you sit down and talk this

smile, his gaze intense and dark as he stared at

me, but he's still your father. Aren't you afraid

at a loss for words, silenced

attentive assistant, offered a wet wipe, which Oliver took and used to

hardening against Oliver. "Oliver, your father and I married after your mother passed away. Your hostility

dark as a storm cloud. His cold voice sounded, "You

in Oliver's eyes, and Sydney recoiled, unable to