Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

The feeling of belongingness could not be feigned. It gave her a strange yet beautiful feeling that she was able to do anything and this man will shield her as promised.

She glanced at him with a sweet smile. "How about we go out through the front door not the underground parking lot?" She asked him just before his finger pressed the button that will take them to the parking lot with the elevator.

He turned to her with his brow slightly furrowed. "You are . . ." He began but stopped and pressed the button to take them to the ground floor.

He has barely started cleaning the first mess she made but she was proudly and fearlessly making more mess for him.

Seeing the bright smile lifting the corners of her lips and the brightening of her hazel eyes, he was forced to accept her decision despite how much he lied to himself that he would not.

She held his hand before stepping out of the elevator. He glanced at the place he felt warmth where their hands joined together and his thoughts went to how much their destiny had been tied together.

He was not one to believe in destiny but today told him otherwise. He thought of how his heart stopped when he heard her call him a fake, a counterfeit. Was he really a counterfeit?

She glanced back at him as she walked to his car in front of the company and smiled. "I don't know why but this feels really good."

"Hmm," was all she heard him say.

The night was cold that she felt a the hairs on her body rise but that did not in anyway quench her excitement.

She could see a few paparazzi but instead of feeling the need to hide, she felt the need to show off and she glanced down at their joined hands.

***

When she stepped within the walls of her room, she inhaled and ran into the bathroom like a dashing squirrel.

She huffed and puffed while fixing her gaze on her reflection on the mirror. She splashed cold water on her face and glared at her reflection in the mirror again.

"Why did you do it?" she asked between clinched teeth.

Feeling a strong urge to scream, she did not hesitate as she screamed as loud as her lungs could enable her.

She saw a figure appear in the mirror and gasped with her hand on her chest and her lips parted.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over her eyes gently to perhaps get rid of the image she saw as she tried to conclude that it was only an illusion.

She opened her eyes again and the figure became the reflection of an individual. She turned to see one of the cleaners with her brush in the bathroom.

"What the . . . Oh goodness," she said and exhaled. "What are you doing here?" she asked the young lady as she felt heat rise to her face.

"I came in to clean," the lady replied with an obvious answer. "I will leave now, your highness," the lady told her with a bow and walked out of the room.

She huffed closing her eyes with her fist clenched. She felt a stronger urge to scream but this time, she suppressed it and walked out the bathroom.

This was terrible how many unruly behaviors has she exhibited in just twenty four hours.

She walked out of class like she was pursed by a snake and could not control herself like a drug addict when she met him.

She fearlessly announced her relationship to the whole world in only a few actions.

Then she felt like her thoughts were working for her benefit but at the end of the show, she concluded that it was all her thoughtless actions or judgements made by her thoughts clouded by her hormones.

She picked her phone and looked at it to call Liam and take back what she said about not needing it to be covered up for her.

Her phone began ringing with the caller's ID indicating that it was her father, the king.

She took a deep breath after clearing her throat before she picked the call.

"What did you do? I told you to keep it quiet but then you go and announce to the whole world that you married him?" her father asked angrily.

"No, it had nothing to do with the marriage, it was all about me being a teenager in a relationship like every other teenager," she replied him firmly but respectfully enough since she was talking to the king.

"You are a princess and not like every other teenager. You are expected and required to live the life of an idol only showing the good side of you to the public. You are to remain without a tarnished image," he scolded her seriously.

Hearing the obvious anger in his voice, she bit her lower lips and winced. What have she gotten herself into?

"My image is not tarnished, I only made a mistake and we can take care of it," she replied him calmly.

"You can not make a successful attempt to change the public opinion of what you did. It is all over the news. There are dozens of articles on it."

"I had to talk to him about the article I saw. I have not being allowed to see my husband for days now and then I hear that he was replaced by someone else.

"Do you think I could sit still without going to find out the truth? I am sorry that I did not do it wisely," she apologized sincerely.

He cleared his throat on the other end. "I think it has gone out of our control and we can tell the council that you made it that way so it could solidify your acceptance of the southerner," he told her seriously.

"What about the other man?"

"You have to keep seeing him persuade the council that you are on their side," he ordered her seriously.