Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

It was already dark when she came to a resolution. She stood from where she sat and stared around.

Her guards had some how found her and they had been behind watching her along with her assistant.

"I should drive," her assistant offered as she tried not to look at the princess with the pity she felt towards the princess being obvious.

"No, let me drive. You can come behind me," Rose said firmly although her voice was hoarse from crying.

It was enough they watched her cry and she found out that her alone time was actually not spent alone.

Her assistant did not argue she opened the door for Rose and closed the door when Rose was comfortably seated.

"Oh Gosh," Rose groaned running her hand through her hair. She was tired of all the drama.

She pressed the start button and glanced at her assistant who was waiting beside her car.

She knew that her assistant could not see her because the glass was tinted so she took her time to wipe her face off the tear stains.

It seems from now onwards, she has more or less sold her privacy and personal space for the vengeance she wanted.

She sat to eat her dinner when her phone rang. She knew it was Liam from the caller ID showing the name she saved it as.

To avoid creating suspicion, she saved his number with a female name changing it from the former.

She knew no one will easily guess who the Liam was but they will want to find out when he keeps calling her frequently.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as she picked the call without giving her chance to talk.

"I . . .," she began with her voice hoarse. She paused and brought the phone down and glanced at the screen.

She was not seeing things. He actually bothered to call after a few weeks, right? And to ask her if she was okay?

"I am fine. If that is what you want to know," she replied angrily. So, he knows how to call.

"Are you sure?" Liam asked surprised by the contempt he heard in her voice.

"I am sure. I know myself better than anyone. I know I am alright? Since a certain someone decided to call me today, I won't lie," she replied him.

She heard Liam chuckle at the other end and frowned when she released what she just told him.

"Hmm . . . Thanks for calling," she said and pulled back the phone from her ear to hang up.

"Don't hang," she heard him stop her. "Whenever you are going through anything, let me know. If you can't tell your husband then who can you tell?"

She pressed her lips together and looked down. They were not that type of couple

"Believe it or not, I love you and you are my wife so I will definitely feel bad knowing that you are hurting alone.

"You might not believe anything I say because we started on the wrong part but you can not live in this world and remain sane without having someone you could trust.

"You can trust me or at least try to trust me, okay?"

She did not reply as she stared down at the dishes on the table. She sighed as she reached for a glass of water.

"Rosaline . . . I don't have much time left," Liam murmured as he stared at a file on his desk.

"What did you say?" Rose asked not sure of what she heard or what it meant.

"I said we don't have much time left. I helped you do a research. I found out a lot of clue and I can assure you that we are not far from finding who was behind everything."

"I think it is an organization," she replied him finally.

"I know. I have found clues. The father of Anna's boyfriend is one of them. I am trying to trace everything through him.

"He has been very careful not to leave any trace but I know that it is more than what they let us see. We are only seeing the tip of the iceberg," Liam informed her truthfully.

"We will talk more when we meet. My dinner is already cold," she told him.

"Oh. Sure," Liam agreed immediately. "Take care of yourself. We will meet when you are free enough."

"Sure," she agreed with it. She was not sure if where they were going to meet but she was up for it.

He had his means and she knew all she will have to do is create a time for them to meet.

Liam done with the phone call raised his head and looked at the transparent bag of fluid hanging up and down to the file he glanced at earlier.

With his hand with a fixed cannula and the other bare, he picked a knife and tore the file open.

He had little or no time left on his calendar. He had been completely out during the past few days.

He had to leave the party early because he feared that he might drop down anytime. He barely made it into his car when he blacked out.

It was a good thing to find out that Rose was not happy with the fact that he did not call her.

He remembered hearing that she had her first dance with the very general he wanted dead.

It was not a good thing for him to hear and he was trying to speed things up as fast as possible. It won't be good for him to leave her in the hands of those people.

He had a plan to weed them all out before he can't anymore. There was a knock on the door of his study and he invited the person in.

Charles walking in to see his boss working so hard even with the fluid transfusion he was taking, he could not help but frown.

They had all tried to persuade him to rest but he wanted to see to a lot of things personally.

"The man we sent in has returned," Charles said after bowing to salute his boss. "He is undergoing treatment now. The doctor said he needs a day's rest," Charles lied.

He knew his boss will get rid of the cannula if he tells him otherwise. It was best his boss rests for the day before he starts gathering more information.

"Ok . . . I have somewhere to be. I want you to drive me there," Liam said as he stood up. He removed the cannula fast but carefully and wore his suit.

Charles found himself lost for words. "Boss . . ." he began to advise but stopped when his boss glanced at him with his grey unique eyes cold.

"That is all the more reason why I should complete this," Liam told his subordinate. He knew very well what the young man wanted to talk about.

Charles zipped his lips close as he hurried to open the door of the study for his boss.

As the two got downstairs, Gray gave Charles a questioning look. Seeing his friend, Charles could only smile helplessly.

A set of guards immediately followed them out.

***

Rose's arrival in the school on first morning was as low-key as she tried to make it but seems people had plans for her that she was not aware of.

When was welcomed by as swarm of reporters asking questions and taking pictures.

She had clearly told her dad she wanted it to be quiet but it seems no one was listening.

She felt apologetic towards the students who had their privacy invaded and she was not at all impressed by the way the school handled it.

After her classes for that day, which she had to endure with the gazes of those angry, jealous and impressed, she went to the Chancellor's office.

She booked an appointment with him not wanting to directly him with her status as princess. He seemed to find out her identity and invited her into his office personally.

"I might sound rude but I need some assistance. The schools clearly have guards who can stop those reporters from coming in. Please let us do the right thing."

***

She was watched from afar but no was bold enough yet to come close to her to vent their anger.

She had her assistant do a research on the various power groups in the university and when she was done, she got no relevant information from what the lady did.

She decided to find Liam. If anyone will know anything tangible, Liam would know.

She called him around dinner time before she went to the dining room to eat.

"Could you come over later this night?" she asked immediately her call got picked.

Liam glanced at his doctor who was trying to set-up a cannula raised his free hand to stop him with a smile.

"Yes. What time?"

"Nine o'clock will be okay. I will be done with everything by then," she replied.. She knew he will somehow find his way over just like he did in B city.