Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

This kingdom was always peaceful with little internal conflicts. It was the ideal country for people to run away to from their home countries just to seek haven it.

It was like no other. Her great grandfather and grandfather both made it happen.

Her great grandfather started it and her grandfather completed it but her mother ruined it by getting married to the wrong person.

After her mother's death, weapons and guns became so rampant. Organized crimes also took over on the street most which were started by the northerners.

The southerners who were once gentle people had to protect themselves and their family members and they all began buying guns.

She could not predict what could happen to her if anyone decides to shoot her death. Close combat will become very useless at that point.

She could only hope that her enemies don't come to her with guns and snipers which was a ridiculous thing to hope for since enemies don't care about the hopes of their victims.

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"How was your first meeting? Do you think you will be able to work well with him?" Liam asked after talking for her for a while when he called asking about her wellbeing and all.

"I don't think I will have any problem working with him. He just seems to be a very serious minded person," she told him sincerely.

"Grey never smiles and besides he is there to teach you close combat and not how to smile. You are good enough but you need to work on your confidence.

"As soon as he is done with the whole training stuff, I will come to take care of that myself, okay?"

"Really? Openly?" she asked curiously. She felt he was only saying that because he was jealous.

"Yes, I will come for an evaluation in order to give my most important customer the best service and ensure she got the best from my agency."

She smiled as she stared ahead at nothing in particular. She bit her lower lips and her smile broadened mischievously.

"Is this what you did for the last important customer?" she asked biting her lower lips afterwards as she wondered what made her ask that.

"Yes, that is what I did," he replied smoothly. It was hard to notice the laughter in his voice but it was there.

"Bye then," she said suddenly as she reached her finger to the ear piece to double tap it.

"That is because my company, all that I have owned and used has always had only one important customer and that will remain that way.

"You will always be my most important customer, okay?" he asked her softly.

Realising what he just said, she found her finger pausing close to her airpod. She concluded that his statement was too cheesy and since she had been expecting none of that, she hung up instantly.

Liam chuckled and glanced at the door metres away which was being knocked on. He invited the person in as he turned his large black leather swivel chair to face the glass window.

"I heard you are sick," he heard a voice that sounded just like his say behind him as he heard the steady footsteps of the person approach him.

"I am sick," Liam replied truthfully as he fixed his gaze on the reflection of the man who looked so much like him.

"What is wrong with you?" the monotone voice of his visitor asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps the things are so much that I can't begin to list them out one after the other," Liam replied.

"I think you should rest. I will take care of everything like I have done occasionally in the past," the visitor told him as he walked behind his chair and began massaging his shoulder skillfully.

"I will leave everything to you when the time comes for now, I need to do what is right so I can leave without regrets, okay?"

"How long did that woman give you and how long did the doctor say you have?"

"I have long exceeded my time limit. The doctor told me . . . He said . . . I don't . . ."

"It is okay if you don't tell me, okay? However, I think you should tell her the truth. You should let her help you."

Liam continued to watch the reflection of the man who looked like his reflection.

"I can't accept it yet. When I do, I will let her know. And what on Earth did you do to her that day at the orphanage that she thinks she was reborn?"

The man removed his hand from his shoulder and stepped away with a guilty smile. "I guess I could not come up with anything creative," the man replied.

"You really did not. How could you make her believe all those lies?"

"It is better than knowing the truth. You yourself, don't know the truth. That is why you came back, right?"

"Mmhh," Liam replied tiredly when he felt the man's hand on his shoulder and he began massaging him again.

"If you leave, I will take care of everything for you, okay? Including the princess. That's an if because I know you are strong enough to survive it."

"Yes, I am . . . I hope I am," Liam said looking down at his fingers with tired eyes.

"Stop wallowing in self pity. You are the coolest hero the whole world will ever have. You are just so perfect. You handle things well and you have your all for the progress of this kingdom.

"I will make that into my next book."

"Don't go writing funny things about us," Liam warned seriously but it was easy to sense the warmth in his voice.

"Have you eaten?" the man who was diligently massaging his shoulder asked.

"Yes, I have eaten. I will just take my pills for tonight and go to sleep. Are you staying up here, tonight?"

"Yes. I want to. I am worried about you," the man replied sincerely.. "I will get you water."