Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Carl looked down for a while remaining quiet. He raised his head and met her gaze.

"I did not kill anyone," he told her with his voice calm and gentle. He actually now looked like the young youth he truly was not the older young man he acts like half of the time.

"Then how did you make that possible. It is weird enough that you are not even eighteen yet but you scored yourself a post in the Royal council."

"Even if I killed them, I did nothing wrong. They killed my mother, especially that devious old woman who has made me feel worthless more times than I have ever felt useful," Carl said seriously. It was easy to see the hurt and pain in his eyes.

"I know you are hurt but what you did to them is what I want to know right now," Rose did not allow him to successfully use the victim card.

"My brother can't walk again. My father . . . he got on the bad side of my mother's family that handed the post over to him. Being the only heir left, my mother's family members decided to give the post to me," he narrated sounding very truthful and innocent.

"Do you expect me to believe you? They can't give you, a young boy such a prestigious post unless you pulled some strings in the background."

"Why don't you want to believe me?"

"I don't believe you because it is very obvious that you are lying. Your lies have clearly gotten worse, young man," she said firmly.

"Why do you care?" he asked and exhaled angrily looking like a very rebellious youth.

"Why won't I care for the person who is closest to me as a brother? You are clearly the only blood relative I have around here that I can trust."

"No, you don't trust me because we are related by blood but because I also have a story. My father is in the ICU fighting for his life. I tampered with his car.

"He was planning on killing me through the same method when I am going out the following day on an errand he sent me to do."

"He is your father nonetheless."

"What will you do if you find out that your father and not the northern royal council is responsible for your mother's death? Will you watch him plan your death and die because he is your father?

"I did not get the chance to know my mother but I was filled with wrath when I found out what they did to my mother.

"I saw her medical report and they had induced her labor so she could give at the same time my step mother gave birth.

"I am going to expose the medical report to the world soon. My mother who I never got the chance to know was wronged and I was willing to go such a length to avenge her death.

"I wonder what you will do if you are in a similar situation like mine. You knew your mother. You were with her before she died.

"You must feel more wronged than I do because after all, you are more of a victim than I am. You will feel the urge to make them suffer before your eyes.

"You will hurt them more. You won't even bother giving Mr. Hale the chance to do the job for you. You won't even call me."

Rose found herself unable to speak as she listened to him. This was the second time someone was asking her about what she will do to her father if she finds out he killed her mother.

Eric who was at the table with them but has been ignored throughout the whole conversation found himself feeling fear towards the younger youth before him.

This boy was very dangerous and he wondered how he could still remain calm despite sending his father to the ICU and hurting his brother's legs.

He made up his mind not to say anything that offends this boy. He was also rethinking his choice of working with him.

"Let us get back to business. We are here to discuss business and not talk about how cruel I can be or how much you think I am psychopath."

Rose stared at him without saying anything. She felt pity towards him. She wondered why life treated people like her and him unfairly.

He was forced at a tender age to attempt murder. She was forced to live her life unable to trust anyone.

"I think this is where our discussion ends for today. I will call you after talking to Liam. He will decide if we can work with this man. I will play my part and begin working on new designs," she told them as she slowly stood up.

"Rose . . ." Carl began but stopped and rested his back on the backrest.

"Take care of yourself," she told him as she grabbed her bag.

"I will. Can I come over to your house to eat lunch one of these days?"

"I will call if you don't hurt anyone else."

"I can't guarantee that. I will definitely hurt anyone who tries to hurt and I will hurt them badly that they can't hurt me ever again."

" . . . "

"Please can I come over for dinner or lunch?" he asked her seriously gripping her wrist in a gentle hold. "I am really lonely these days. My step mother is going around looking for a thigh she can hug and the house is so large but empty."

She looked down at the hand holding her wrist and looked up at his face. She felt a strong connection with him. He looked really lonely and obviously thinner than the last she saw him.

Eric at the back was shaking his head furiously although no one was looking at him. 'Don't agree,' he could only think because right now, he did not have the guts to say anything against the youth.

He has heard once before that psychopaths never forget any evil deed done against them. They will try all they can to avenge and they don't forget faces either.

"Call me before you came," she said with a slight smile. "Also try to see a therapist. I think you will need to talk to someone to let go of the burden you are clearly carrying on your shoulders."

"I am fine. A therapist will force my secret out of my mouth and have me get arrested afterwards. Do you want to be my therapist?"

She found herself smiling at him. "Let go of my wrist young man," she said looking down at where his hand held her wrist.

"Sorry. I really don't want my hand getting chopped off," he said when he remembered she was Liam's wife.

She gave him a puzzled look when he released her hand and stepped away.

"I should really get myself a boyfriend," he said shaking his head. He covered his mouth with his eyes wide open when he realized what he said after a few seconds.

Rose also found that weird. She paused and slightly furrowed her brow. "Are you  . . ." she could not believe what she heard.

"No . . .  I meant girlfriend. I feel jealous of your marriage really. I will bring a wedding gift when I come to visit you. I hope you have a lot of kids. I love kids. I will like to play with them too," he said playfully.

Rose shook her head and left without listening to anything else he had to say.

He exhaled when the door closed behind her. "That was close."

He turned to sit down and eat the cake they were served with that none of them touched only to see Eric sitting with his head bowed as though to diminish his existence.

"Hey, handsome, I totally forgot you were here," he said as he sat down and took a slice of the wonderful work of art that was actually a cake.

Rose saw her assistant when she left the building standing beside her car. She looked around her. Her guards were guarding the café tightly.

It seems someone leaked out her location and that made a lot of people gather around trying to take pictures of her.

She was lucky she dressed decently enough or as a fashion designer, she will feel bad if she has to appear on the front page of a magazine improperly dressed.

"Your highness," her assistant said as soon as she got to the car with her head bowed. "I think I should drive."

Rose did not argue as she gave her the key and entered the car when her assistant opened the door for her.

On the way home, she could not help but look out of the window in a way that you will easily conclude that she was pitiful and lonely.

"I want a close combat trainer," she suddenly said making her assistant shocked.

"Oh . . ..I will find someone suitable."