Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"I think there is more to it than you are saying. If you travelled through time does that mean you are not Mr. Hart's son?"

"I am his biological son."

"Then why are you young?"

"Because I am still me."

"You came from the future, why don't you know the people who killed my mother?" She asked him still not believing him.

That was a very ridiculous joke. How could he come from the future? It will save and better to say he was reborn.

"That is something I will leave to be answered some other day," he replied with a sad complicated smile.

"That's because you did not come from the future. Perhaps you were given a chance to make amends by the heavens," she told him seriously.

When she was in the orphanage after her rebirth, she could predict her future.

She knew those girls were jealous of her to the point the never wanted her to leave the orphanage.

Looking back, she realized that she was a very beautiful and adorable girl even despite the situation she was living in and all she was made to go through.

The kids in the orphanage knew that she was going to get adopted before them and if she doesn't, they will have a chance to get adopted, that was why they bullied her.

She knew all these because she knew the future.

She knew the future when they will get into a fight and confess what happened in a fit of rage before she left the orphanage at eighteen.

"You were reborn," she told him firmly with no room for an otherwise persuasion.

"Uh. How do you know?" he asked baffled by her confidence.

"I know that because I experienced it. I mean rebirth. I was reborn after getting killed."

"Who killed you?"

"My step mother along with her kids. She also said she killed my mother. I was killed in a warehouse."

"No, you weren't. You were not killed by them. Someone else killed you and that is what I came here to find out.

"You lost your memories and simply replaced it with some other memories that will remind you of your death, those who are likely to become your enemies and those you should trust."

What sort of logic was that? She had no idea what he was talking about and since she did not believe his story about time travelling, she pushed it aside.

"What is the future like?"

'I raged war against the north and killed every single being I could find. Afterwards, I began trying to find a way to bring you back,' he thought as he watched her.

He got up and walked to her with a sad expression. He wrapped his strong hands around her waist slowly and gently.

He pulled her into his tight warm embrace and pressed his lips against her neck.

Rose was not expecting any of this and her first reaction was to struggle but she finally gave up when he did not let her go.

"What if I am the reason you are living now with the memories of the past?"

"That's not possible." She remembered her death and it was not one anyone could get involved with. It was definitely supernatural.

"Yes, it is. I know it is. What if I tell you the real story behind it? What if I tell you what really happened to you?"

She began struggling again not happy with what she was hearing. "You know nothing of my past."

"Is your past not the reason you want vengeance?"

"It is."

"If I tell you all I did for you in the past that you can't remember, will you love me?"

"Get off me," she said as she struggled to push him off apply more strength to her hand.

Liam finally gave up and released her when it seemed that his words were only agitating her and not helping her relax and believe him.

"You should leave," she said suddenly.

One of the things she will not accept is getting called by anyone is a liar. Why will she tell him she was reborn if she really was not reborn?

"I can't. It's raining," he replied firmly as he sat down.

"What do you think you are to tell me that I am lying?"

"I am the man who made the life you are living now, possible or you would have been dead," he replied seriously.

Rose felt a strong urge to hit him and help him snap out of his dreamy thoughts. "You are not a god."

"I never said I was," he replied her calmly. "Is there water somewhere in this room?"

Rose scoffed. Why did he suddenly change the topic of discussion to water after steering her emotions and feelings in such a way.

When he found the fridge in the living area, he got up and went to get water for himself.

She knew from the beginning that no one will believe her. But somehow she didn't like the fact that Liam did not believe her.

Liam after drinking enough water to quench his thirst returned to her and hugged her even when she tried to avoid his touch.

"Whatever memory you have about the past, is your memory and I respect that but my own memories of the past are also to be respected equally.

"I hope that one day, you will be willing to listen to what I have to say when I am ready to tell you and I will also listen to yours when the time comes. Is that okay?"

Rose wished she could see his face so she could give him a satisfactory glare but she still nodded.

"I want to spend the night here with you," he suddenly told her.

She found another reason to struggle but she gave up much earlier this time. "What about the guards? What if my assistant sees you?"

"The won't. We can just lock the door and send her a message that you don't want to be bothered till late tomorrow morning."

"I have lectures to attend tomorrow morning."

"I will make the lecturer unable to attend the meeting."

"Uh?"

"Yeah."

"You came here to discuss something serious."

"Yes I did. We are done with the discussion. I will come over tomorrow to continue."

"Leave now so you could return tomorrow," she tried to persuade him to leave.

"I will stay here. What about your close combat training?"

"I haven't spoken to her about it yet," he replied.

"You should right away. The university has a lot of restrooms and you might get unlucky in one although I will try to prevent it all cost."

"Oh . . . I will."

She made up her mind to avoid such contacts in the future by using her learned close combat skill.

He leaned his head down and kissed her neck. She was not of a tall build. She seemed to give him a pleasant task of bending to get to her.

He inhaled her sweet scent that reminded him of his garden of roses just after a rainfall.

Rose seemed to forget everything when his scent engulfed her as well as the strong arms did.

He released her waist which he hugged from behind and turned her to face him.

He lifted his hand to her neck where is lips just touched and rubbed it with his thumb slowly.

Rose shivered visibly as she felt that touch send cold pleasant current to the back of her neck and running down her spine.

He cupped her face in his hand and gently lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

His grey eyes were filled with so much emotion that seemed to be clouded slightly by the beauty his gorgeous eyes displayed.

She looked at his high bridged nose and to his thin sexy lips that kissed her earlier and she could not help but swallow.

He could not hold back from kiss her again when she gave such heated gaze.

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Rose opened her eyes to the feeling of a pair of familiar hands around her waist.

Her eyes fell on the digital clock on the bedside table and she tried to stand up but those hands won't let go.

She turned in his embrace and looked at him warm handsome features. He was sleeping and appeared so relaxed.

His cold tough appearance was gone and he looked like a nice handsome husband when asleep.

She found his eyes to be very unique even more rare and unique than her eyes.

She wanted him to open his eyes which made her have illusions that it could freeze someone when he is angry and warm someone up when he stares warmly at the person.

"Sleep. You need more rest," he told her with a smile even with his eyes closed.

"I don't want to. I have lectures to attend," she replied seriously.

"I told you the lectures won't hold.. You can leave later but not now," he objected as he pulled her closer into his arms and her head was pressed against his strong chest.