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Royal Princess: Doted on by the Mafia King

A man who traveled through time to save his first love has given up everything he had just to help her get her birthright. A Princess who is scared of fighting for that which belongs to her finds someone willing to help her. She however believes nothing comes for free and when he tells her what he wants in return, she finds the deal she is offered reasonable and accepts. She trusts no one and when her walls began to crack open to give way to the handsome man who made himself a terror for her sake, things go south. About the characters: The fashion designer who is a princess and tasked with the mission of getting what belongs to her and saving her people. How long will her walls last high up protecting her? How large will the crack in her walls be and when she faces hardships because of love will she close up her cracks or will those cracks further open? The time traveler who wants her by all means because time is short for him has a fearful reputation so he could be strong for her. How long his patience will last when made to await love for so long and when it runs out, what will it be like? Warning: Slow love Slow vengeance Don't stop reading Enjoy the story and leave a comment Don't expect the love to begin from the first chapter and don't expect a cruel villainess.

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Rose felt her heart stop when she heard his question. She frowned and look at him from the fridge she about to open. 

"What if I don't?" Rose asked as she looked at the state he was in and her heart felt hurt. That was one of the questions she was holding back from asking him.

Do you love me? Will you ever betray me? Do I mean more to you than the kingdom? And many more questions.

Liam sighed and slowly stood up from the stool. A part of him kept shouting out to him that he should wake up and stop this instant before it gets too late. 

But the part of him who have waited for so many years and that part of him which keeps reminding him that his time is short acted as the fuel to his actions. 

"You are so cold," he told her. The expressionless appearance she maintained only made him hurt more. "You are really so cold," he said repeated as he lifted his hand to her face.