Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"What's your novel about?" Rose asked as she got curious.

"Vengeance. The girl was once nice but she had to turn into a villianess to revenge," Debby narrated.

"Wow. Must someone turn into a villian to revenge?" Rose asked since she was in no way a villian. She had good close combat skills but she had never used it. She was just too nice or frankly speaking, scared to assassinate the Queen.

"Yes. What sort of question is that?" Eric had to ask shaking his head.

"Just curious," Rose replied looking down at her meal.

"I have never been a fan of reading novels but the last novel Debby wrote was amazing. I will read this one too," Eric narrated.

Rose looked at her friend who seemed to be a big fan of Debby's novels confused. She have never noticed this about him. "I really don't understand," she murmured.

"Rose what will you do if someone kills you and your family members and you happen to get the chance to transmigrate into the body of the villian's wife?" Debby asked watching Rose closely for her answer.

"I . . . I don't know," she replied. That was close, just too close frankly, she will simply poison his meal and put him to sleep. But here she was very far from the people that hurt her and her mother.

"Oh . . . Well, the novel will tell you what someone is expected to do," Debby said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Text the name to me, I will read it," Rose told Debby immediately. She was too much of the angel in both of her lives and she wanted to change. She wanted to put fear in the hearts of all the members of the Royal family.

She had an aim, her plan was to return her mother's reputation to it's past glory, expose the evil doing of the Queen and punish her for killing her mother.

"Anna has being easily irritated for some days now. I guess you should talk to her," Debby advised before leaving the room after her lunch.

"Oh, I will talk to her at home," Rose replied nodding. Anna was not someone who gets easily irritated or angered and she really wanted to know what made her jovial sister unhappy with her.

Rose and Eric remained for a while in school after school closed for that day. They both needed a beautiful piece to apply for the university of their choice. It was a university that everyone dreamt of going.

They had a lot of students from all over the world apply and the competition was high. Award winning was one of the criteria to give someone an opportunity to study in the school.

She was sure she did well with her award winning but her friend needed help and she was willing to help him create a masterpiece for a competition. She enjoyed working with Eric and since it was his dream to go to that university, she was going to make that happen.

"I guess you should use a darker color," she advices him as he was trying to chose a color for the sparkling stones he had to put on the dress. "It shouldn't be too obvious either."

"Yeah that's right. To produce a thin line between elegance and wildness," he agreed with a smile.

"Why do you want to make such a dress?" she asked curiously.

"I designed the dress for you," he replied straightforwardly.

"Wow, I never expected that answer," she laughed softly.

His eyes caught the gentle movement she made with hand to cover her lips. "You always look elegant. You will be perfect to play the role of a cold-hearted villian princess," he said truthfully.

"I am not cold-hearted neither am I a princess," she told him shaking her head with a smile as she continued helping him cut the linen. Why does everything point to the fact that she should be cold-hearted.

"Whatever. Since I designed the cloth for you, I want you to wear it when it is released to the market," he said smiling.

"Oh that's not nice. Should I go outside to buy it when the Mastermind behind it could make one specially for me?" she asked with a slight pout.

"I thought you don't agree with the reason I chose to make this dress. I wanted to make one for you but I won't any longer. And I intend to sell the design. I want a few people to get to look beautiful in this dress," he said.

"Good for you. That means I won't buy it," she said and continued with her work.

"Do as it pleases you. Oh that's right, why did you agree to give the teacher a design?"

"Oh, I did that because she is nice."

"Her sister is your mother's biggest competitor."

"Thanks for the reminder but I know that very well."

"Then why?"

"I am leaving early. We have to do something important today before I leave," she told him her voice turning cold and uninterested with his questions.

"Sure," Eric heeded her warning and he began sewing. She could get really scary when she was not trying to be nice or gentle.

Rose glanced at her wrist watch and frowned. She wished Eric agreed to make the dress in her work room at home but he refused after she tried over and over to persuade him.

"I guess I have to get going. It is getting late and I don't leave in the city," she said packing her things after half an hour.

"Yeah, that's right but some students are still in school so, I will wrap things up," he said. "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome," she carried her bag and walked out of the room.

Eric shook his head. They stayed longer in school when preparing for the competition last year but it seems she has other things to do today. He smiled and continued working.

It was not even late yet but she claimed it was. He glanced at his wrist watch, it was almost time for dinner. He could only guess that was the reason she wanted to leave early.

Rose hated driving alone at night on the way back home although she was forced to occasionally to go back home late. The empty dark way reminded her of the night her mother died.

It also made her feel scared despite how hard she tried not be. It felt as though those that wanted her dead will pop out in front of her car and hold her down till she dies.

She sighed gripping the steering tightly. She gazed at her the screen of her phone frowning. The location he sent her was that of his house. She really did not want to go this house it made her want to remain there forever.

She exhaled and began her journey. She hoped whatever he planned will end early so she could get home before it gets dark.

Liam was waiting for her when she got out her car. Her eyes followed every action he made from the brightening of his eyes, the slow upward curve of his lips to give her a smile and his unhurried majestical steps towards her.

"It is a little cold, come in," he said leading her into his cozy house.

Oh not again.