Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

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She frowned and pointed at the door of the closet before entering her own closet to dress up.

When he entered his closet, she peeped out of her closet as she wondered why he was bothered about the sneakers.

When he walked out of his closet with the sneakers, she was about to walk out of her closet to ask him what was wrong but what she saw on the sneakers froze her and she retracted her head and walked to a drawer in side her closet while wondering if she was hallucinating when she sat blood on his sneakers.

She remembered picking them herself and placing them in the shelf but she could not remember seeing blood on any of them.

She brushed the thought off after a while as being ridiculous after she concluded that she was only seeing things and letting her imagination go wild like her friend Debby who was a writer.

She continued her preparation for school while going through her plans for that day. She has always wanted to get an assistant but her boyfriend told her he was not going to let anyone freely into their nest.

She hired a virtual assistant but she was not comfortable with so she gave up and took care of her schedules herself.

She had a photoshoot after lectures. On her way to school, she went through some of the clothes her mother's brand had released recently as she planned to go shopping with her friend.

She came across a dress she remembered that Rose designed but tore up. she was surprised that her mother still took the design now that Rose was gone.

She wondered how many other dresses were designed and torn by Rose because they were not up to her standard that her mother loved and still brought out to the world now that Rose was no longer working with her.

She was sure that among the new releases, it won't be surprising to find two more and they will definitely be among those with the fastest and highest sale.

It was only when Rose began working with her mother that teenagers became captivated by her mother's clothes.

The very rich and celebrities wore her mother's dresses but most of the time, they were either in their twenties or thirties and a few others in their forties and fifties but when Rose arrived, things changed.

Her mother's designs which had began getting tagged as clothes for the ladies began gaining attention of wealthy second-generation kids that were ready to spend their money on their appearance and other teenage celebrities.

Her thoughts had her remembering the unfortunate event that had her separated from her sister and how much her sister told her about boyfriend.

She knew almost nothing about the young man. He told her he was adopted by a wealthy man who recently went bankrupt but she did not see him as soon who lacked anything.

He was wealthy so she wondered how his father got bankrupt and he had the amount of money he had in his account and the black credit card her gave which allowed her to spend without control.

She frowned and massaged her brow as she thought of his sneakers. As much as she could not understand why her sister will hurt her when she was not going benefit at all, she also could not understand why he will want to hurt her.

"Stop at a medicine store," she ordered the driver when her head began hurting. She closed her eyes not feeling the urge to go to school again.

The driver stopped and he was nice enough to buy it pain relievers for her but the call she received from her boyfriend almost immediately, had her feeling displeased with the man in his mid-thirties.

"I am fine," she tried to persuade him.

"If your head hurts, you should stay at home and rest," her boy friend tried to persuade her.

"I have to go to school today. I also have work later today."

"Either go to school and get back early to rest or rest now and go to work later. You don't feel good and you need rest," he continued to persuade her but this time, he was firm unwilling to let her do what she wanted to do.

"You can not make me do what I don't want to do," she snapped and winced afterwards with her fingers massaging her brow. "I have school and work today. I will do both," she replied him firmly before hanging up.

She looked at the driver in displeasure.

"Did you have to tell him?" she asked him chagrined.

"I am sorry," the driver replied but she knew it was just for the courtesy sake.

She pressed her lips together because she knew he was not sincere about his apology. She was not his employer and he did not have to care about her as far as his boss was satisfied.

Perhaps it was the anger she felt towards his driver or the blood she saw on his grey sneakers or the words Rose spoke to her the last time they met or the compilation of all that has happened between all the three of them, she was feeling a weird uncomfortable feeling like a wood stuck in her finger that she has to pull out.

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He did not call her again since the day they met in his office and she could not understand why.

Her patience ran out and she went to his company again since she was done getting bothered by what people thought about her relationship with him and as soon as she arrived, Grey was informed and he came to bring her to his office immediately.

She got the attention of the employees who definitely had a lot on their minds but maintained their distance from her respectfully bowing as she passed by.

He was busy but she waited in his office while she called Eric and Carl on a conference call to discuss her plan for her brand.

Carl was young but he seemed to have a lot of plans and he said he employed the man he wanted them to work with due to his experience and he was asking her to get the capital ready.