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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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He is not busy?

"Are you sure you are okay?" Eric asked when he noticed Rose looked a little pale and unhappy.

"Yes, I am fine. We can go back home since you are done," Rose said with small smile and headed towards the entrance of the café.

"Young master Jace looked a little different today. I don't why but I just can't see him in the person I saw this afternoon," Eric voiced out his observation. Even when Jace told him to stay away from Rose he sounded really gentle and harmless. He could not see the gentleness in the young master who walked past him only a couple of minutes ago.

"I guess everybody gets to face things in life that changes them completely," she said with sad smile.

Eric nodded in agreement as he helped her open the door of his car. When she sat comfortably, he closed the door and went over to the driver's seat. "Thanks for helping me chose the fabric and sorry for stressing you out," he said when he sat and wore his seatbelt.