Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"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.

She was in a place so dark that she could not see beyond. She has been slightly relieved of her past nightmares because she has gotten so used to them that they had almost not effect on her but this nightmare was one she was new to.

It felt so real. The darkness and all felt so real. She tried reaching for anything that could reduce the feeling of loneliness that was squeezing the life out of her but there was nothing, just the darkness and void.

Liam felt her grip tightened. He leaned forward until his lips was only a few inches away from her ear and whispered, "You are not alone, Rose. I have always been here with you and I will always be. I will always be with you."

Rose's foggy vision seemed to focus a little on the side profile of the man whose hand she could feel now supporting her pushing away her loneliness far from her. The scent that filled her nose from him also gave her more assurance as her eyelids became heavy and she fell into a deep comfortable sleep.

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Opening her eyes to a slight dark room, Rose rolled only to come face to face with the most handsome man she has ever since. She actually saw this face earlier but the closer she was, the more she felt he was handsome.

Her heart beat accelerated loud enough that she felt it could wake him up from his obvious peaceful night rest.

She was too engrossed in the view before her and the reaction of her heart to the view that she did not bother to check the time.

When the eyes of the person whom she has been completely engrossed in the wonderful feast for her eyes with his face been the dishes laid out began to move, she turned hurriedly and faced the other side of the bed.

Liam smirked at her cuteness. He was awake from the moment she steered and woke up before adjusting her pillow well so she could look at him comfortably.

"I am going to gym downstairs after cleaning up," he told her easily as he watched her stiffen but pretended to be sleeping.

Since she was shamelessly pretending to sleep after staring at her fearlessly for more than thirty minutes, he decided to be equally shamelessly as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck.

Rose shivered due to the sudden warmth she felt on her naked neck. She froze no knowing what he intended to do next but she had no intention of stopping him or showing any sign of resistance.

After all he was her future husband. She remained frozen until she felt him move away from her and got down from the bed before she could finally sigh in relief. That feeling was pleasant but very foreign.

She remained calm on her bed until he came out of the bathroom and she heard him open the door and walked out of the room. She rolled on the bed and looked around. The room was just like it was the last time she came. It had a simple uniqueness to it and a homely feeling.

She wanted to continue sleeping since it was only five o'clock according to the wall clock but after many fruitless trials, she gave up and sat on the bed. She wanted to sleep till Liam was done with her dinner and she will go downstairs to eat but when since she could not sleep, she rested her back against the head rest of the bed. She wondered why five o'clock looked this way. It should be brighter right? She was confused since she had no idea for how long she had been sleeping.

When the day seemed to get brighter rather than darker than it should be since it was five o'clock and according to Rose's subconscious mind it was supposed to be five in the evening and not five in the morning, she went downstairs to look for Liam who was the only one she could ask about this.

Liam was jogging on the threadmill when she walked into the gym after opening many other doors. He had a fully equipped gym for a home gym. From the way his muscles flexed as he jogged on the threadmill, she knew he works out a lot.

"I guess you work out a lot," she told him to hear a confirmation to her assumptions.

Liam tapped on the scream and slowly the machine came to a stop. "Not a lot but I work out," he replied her as he took a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

"I thought you use all these," she said looking at him as he walked to the weight bench.

"Yeah, I use all of them but I don't use them all every day. I have a weekly work out plan."

"Do you have a trainer too?" she asked obviously forgetting the question she came to ask earlier about.