Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Liam sat upright and placed his fingers on the keys of the keyboard in front of him and began typing fast on the keys. He took a deep breath as soon he got access to the security cameras in the campus.

He asked Gray for Rose's where about and began monitoring her movements on his computer screens. He used every single source he could access from dashboard cameras to hacking phones to follow her every movement.

He knew those assigned to take care of Rose were doing just what he was doing but he wanted to see it for himself.

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Rose stared at the screen of her phone supressing a smile and picked up her cutlery.

Anna who sat in front of her sister as they are lunch had her eyes fixed on her sister's every move and she noticed her phone vibrated twice but she had no idea who it could be.

Her only guess would have been Eric but Eric was sitting with Debby who seemed to have a lot to talk to him about. Her sister was not one to use her phone while eating.

Rose once said it was bad table manners claiming that it will fatal if the person sees something that makes her react in a manner that might have choking on her food.

Rose was comfortably using her phone and she did not miss the suppressed smile her sister had that clearly wasn't supressed properly because she easily saw the happiness and joy in her sister's eyes. She also saw warmness. What secret was her sister keeping from her?

"Are you okay?" a deep familiar male voice asked her.

Anna blushed as soon as she met the black eyes of the owner of the voice. She nodded slowly and dropped her gaze from his eyes that seemed to have her happily locked up in them.

When the pink color left her face, she lifted her eyes and glanced at Rose. The young man followed her gaze and he furrowed his brows with his eyes narrowed. He frowned when he saw Rose glancing at her phone.

Noah's sharp eagle eyes did not miss out on any of t interactions and she smiled slightly, this group was very interesting. They all had something she could write a novel about.

Rose lifted her head and stared out of the window at the busy street outside. Star city was just as powerful as it has always. It was the biggest city in world before her mother married her father.

After her mother's marriage, A city took over. Star city was still magnificent and unrivaled. It was beautiful. She was not disappointed by what she saw in the school's campus.

The campus was a town on its own. The modern infrastructures did not make it lose the feeling of living in history it gave her. She remembered the hall of fame she visited earlier with her friends.

Her mother graduated from the university with the best academic result. Her mother was called a genius and her mother seemed to excel in music just like her grandfather. Her mother also liked fashion just like she did.

"She was the princess then, I am sure she did not deserve what she got," she could still remember the statement of a girl who stood few feet away from them.

"But at least she is way prettier than your will ever be," it was Anna who immediately answered the girl glaring daggers at the girl.

"That is clearly what jealous people say. From what I heard, she was an unrivaled genius," Debby immediately added glaring at the girl too.

The girl shook in fear when she saw a few people staring at her as though they will hit her any second. The girl pulled her friend and they left hastily with their invisible tails between their legs.

She watched Anna look back at the picture of the late Queen and sigh. She also stared at the picture on the wall with her mother's name and academic accomplishments written on it.

It had been a while since she stared at her mother's picture last. Metres away in the hall, her great grand mother's picture was hung on the wall. Her mother broke the record of her great grand mother's academic accomplishments but none after her broke her record.

It was her new dream to break that record. It will be very difficult since she was not a genius like her mother who knew both science and art but she had her mind made up. Either in art or whatever she does, she has to break her mother's record and have her picture hung proudly in the picture gallery of hall of fame.

She tightened her grip on her spoon and took a deep breath raising her head to prevent the tears threatening to fall off her eyes from doing so.

She opened her eyes to meet you the gaze of the young teacher sitting in beside her sister and although it was almost unnoticeable but she felt cold just looking into his black eyes.

He smiled slightly at her which she returned but did not hesitate to furrow her brow. She remembered what her said in the hall of fame. "I tried to break the record of the late Queen but I could not," he had said regretfully.

She saw his picture when they reached where it was and he seemed to participate in a lot of competitions and programs that his mother participated in although some of them were not connected to the course he studied.

"She was a source of inspiration," he had said looking at her fully in a manner that made her feel so cold. He reminded her very much of a psychopath.

Unable to keep sitting opposite him, she stood up quietly. "I am going to the restroom," she whispered to Debby before walking away from them after glancing shortly at the young teacher.

She let the cold water wet her hands to bring her back to reality. She did not like this feeling of feeling threatened by someone who have hardly spoken a word to you aside from greeting you or answering your greeting.

He kept staring at her mother's picture in the Hall of fame and looking back at her. It was as though he was finding similarities between them. Eric had immediately – like a normal person – commented on their resemblance.

Her other friends agreed immediately but the teacher kept staring even when the others stopped and she felt so chill with goose bumps appearing on her arms.

"Hello, you must be Rose," a lady said standing beside her. She was too engrossed in her thoughts to notice when the lady walked in.

Rose turned away from the mirror and faced the woman fully with her usual beautiful mandatory smile lifting the corners of her lips.