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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 wood in her finger

She frowned and pointed at the door of the closet before entering her own closet to dress up.

When he entered his closet, she peeped out of her closet as she wondered why he was bothered about the sneakers.

When he walked out of his closet with the sneakers, she was about to walk out of her closet to ask him what was wrong but what she saw on the sneakers froze her and she retracted her head and walked to a drawer in side her closet while wondering if she was hallucinating when she sat blood on his sneakers.

She remembered picking them herself and placing them in the shelf but she could not remember seeing blood on any of them.

She brushed the thought off after a while as being ridiculous after she concluded that she was only seeing things and letting her imagination go wild like her friend Debby who was a writer.