The Fake Heiress Is My Minion
Language: en
The day I returned to the Osmond estate, the fake heiress's fiancé blocked the gates, spitting threats. "I don't care how much you beg or plead, Roxy is the only girl for me!" he sneered. "If you have any self-respect, crawl back to whatever gutter you came from." I took one look at his scrawny, fragile frame, and silently slid the steel tactical nunchucks from my waistband. But instead of screaming, Roxy, my supposed rival, stared at my sharply defined biceps, her eyes practically shining. "Oh my god, is that a pair of nunchucks?" she gasped. "Can you do a roundhouse kick? Have you ever…