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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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Back to B city

"Of course you do. This floor had a very tight security when I came here last night. I could be as sneaky as a ninja but I found myself immobile when I saw how secured it. It was at that point I began suspecting Mr. Hale was on that floor because I could not come up with anyone with such professional guards.

"I waited for him to leave and when he did not leave for a few hours, I knew he was going to stay overnight so went back to my room to sleep. I guess it is what I think, right?"

"What are you two talking about?" Anna asked when she returned from buying what she wanted to eat for lunch. She happened to see her sister trying not to talk to this so-called-cousin of theirs. 

"I am pestering her," Carl replied truthfully with a smile. 

"Then quit pestering her or I will . . ." Anna said raising her hand to hit his shoulder but stopped half way and glared at him. "Pest."