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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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Not your mother

"She is not your mother. She looks like your mother but she is not. She adopted you but she is not your mother," Liam corrected her to pull her of whatever world of illusion she in right now. 

If Valerie did not look so much like Rose's mother perhaps Rose won't have felt that way. He felt angry that his father chose that family for Rose when she could be any where else.

"She is my mother. She did not trust her own daughter like she should," she continued to cry. " I am all alone now. I have no one with me. I have nobody. They all abandoned me," Rose said gripping his hand tighter.

"No, you are not alone. I am here with you, right?" He asked her carefully as he used his free hand to pet her by slowly running his hand through her hair.

"No, I have always been alone. No one loves me. No one cares. My father does not care and my mother disowned me. They have all forsaken me," she told him fearfully. Her mind drifted off the darkness she felt.