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A man who traveled through time to save his first love has given up everything he had just to help her get her birthright. A Princess who is scared of fighting for that which belongs to her finds someone willing to help her. 

She however believes nothing comes for free and when he tells her what he wants in return, she finds the deal she is offered reasonable and accepts. She trusts no one and when her walls began to crack open to give way to the handsome man who made himself a terror for her sake, things go south. 

About the characters:
The fashion designer who is a princess and tasked with the mission of getting what belongs to her and saving her people. 

How long will her walls last high up protecting her? How large will the crack in her walls be and when she faces hardships because of love will she close up her cracks or will those cracks further open?

The time traveler who wants her by all means because time is short for him has a fearful reputation so he could be strong for her. How long his patience will last when made to await love for so long and when it runs out, what will it be like?


Warning:
Slow love
Slow vengeance
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Don't expect the love to begin from the first chapter and don't expect a cruel villainess.

Royal Princess: Doted on by the Mafia King

"Don't you think she has been acting strange?" Rose feeling so angry at who ever had that bad influence on Anna and she knew it could not be Wayne or Debby.

"I . . .," Debby began but stopped when she met Anna's cold gaze. She moved her gaze to Rose and decided to keep quiet unwilling to get into the middle of the sisters' argument.

She might have been friends with Anna since elementary school but she knew family always had a stronger connection than friends. Any answer she gives will make her get on the bad side of one of them so it was best she stays far away.

"Excuse me," Debby said raising her hands up in surrender and ran out of the room.

"What do you mean by that?" Anna asked when her friend left.

"I think you we are having some type of misunderstanding," she told Anna making herself comfortable on the sofa.

Finding the culprit