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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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The protest

"I have had sleepless nights thinking about this. I chose to tell you because I have burnt the bridge. If you hand me over to the guards, I will get killed for the secret I know. 

"If you let me remain on your side and help you, then from henceforth, I will serve you as I planned."

"I am going to do none of that," Rose said firmly as she got up being done eating her meal.

Her assistant looked at her surprised by what the answer she got. She really was not expecting that.

"I heard nothing from you today. You should eat your lunch. I am heading out," Rose informed her. 

She picked the key of her car and a smallbag to go with her outfit. 

She did not glanced at her assistant as she walked out of the room followed by her guards.

She trusted no one. Perhaps someone was listening to all her assistant narrated.