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Rosaline Brookes:- I woke up tied on a chair with a sharp light flashing right on my face, making me groan and close my eyes again in irritation as I tried to remember how a white van came out of nowhere and shot my guards and kidnaped me. I remembered Oliver following me from hiding and smirked mentally because whoever dared to kidnap me would soon be history. My man won't let them live a single day after what a huge mistake they committed after kidnapping me right in front of his eyes. Well, technically, they didn't know that he was there, but I do because there hasn't been a day or an hour in which Oliver wasn't with me the past few days. The man has become over-possessive and over-protective of me. Like he is super obsessed with me, like a pyscho. " Well...Well...Well! Look, the prin