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."

you don't want to die, stay put. If you're itching for a death wish, try breaking through. The mercenaries at the door will find killing you

I am your father! How dare you treat

here to show who calls the shots in the

one cold and unfeeling, the other ablaze with

was frantic, "Oliver, for heaven's sake, he's your dad. Can't

and dark as he stared at her.

was taken aback but persisted, "Oliver, I know you dislike me, but he's still your father. Aren't you

was at a loss for words, silenced

swung at Oliver but was effortlessly caught and shoved aside. George, ever the attentive assistant, offered a wet wipe, which Oliver took and used to clean

"Oliver, your father and I married after your mother passed away. Your hostility towards me is excessive. You

voice sounded, "You think marrying after my mother's death washes away the fact you were the other woman? Who the hell are you to speak

Oliver's eyes, and Sydney recoiled, unable to