Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Shay sat in the car, the sound of her ringtone cutting through the silence. It was Oliver calling, and a smile immediately danced across her lips. She couldn't wait to answer, but before she could even speak, Oliver's voice came through, icy and piercing. "Who gave you the nerve to go looking for Josie?!"

The smile vanished from Shay's face as if wiped away by a shadow.

"My guys are watching Josie, and they saw you. What the hell were you doing there, Shay?" Oliver berated her.

Shay clutched her phone, her expression going rigid and her voice dropping low, "Oliver, I just wanted her to talk some sense into you. We're all family, so let's not make things so tense, okay?"

"Family? Who's your family? What makes you think you're worthy of being my family?"

Hearing this, Shay's face turned ashen.

Oliver continued, "Whether it's you or your Mom, if you disturb Josie, you'll bear the consequences."

The call ended abruptly. Shay, frantic, tried to call him back, desperate to explain. When the call wouldn't go through, she realized she'd been blocked.

Shay felt like she had been struck by a thunderbolt, her spirit deflated, her heart in agony. Was Oliver really so afraid of losing Josefina that he had to have her guarded?

about, and now he was the target of headhunters, each one

Josefina, I'm thinking of changing my number. I'll shoot

some time. Once the buzz dies down and they see your resolve, they'll back off. Changing numbers is just a

the designer. It's

due to Josefina's nurturing hand.

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his step, Alex

any useful clues. Moreover, the doctor who knew the truth

the past events. All clues pointed to someone deliberately mixing up the three

an enemy

rang. It's an unknown number. She answered, not wanting to miss any

"Josefina, are you

but laugh, "Ruby, do you even hear yourself? Do you still not see your fault and blame me instead? Have you lost your sense of right

because your family, the Antonios, wouldn't let me take anything with me. Have

so, you're making me pay for it. My family took you in for eighteen years, Josefina. How can you stand by