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The story starts in the busy city of Hong Kong, where Ruth Lee is leading a life of privilege, replete with all the luxuries and protection provided by her powerful Mafia family. She suspects something is wrong, but the truth comes crashing down when, after a family argument, Ruth wakes up to a house full of dead servants and her family nowhere to be found.

Scared and desperate at first, Ruth finds, behind a hidden safe left by her father, an address in Seoul, South Korea; a credit card; and papers so she could travel. She finally settled in South Korea out of necessity in search of her answers. On landing, it is Frank Xia, a very-feared Mafia lord previously associated with the mafia family. Frank, owing to old debts to her father, agrees to help Ruth find her family-but only if she proves capable of surviving the brutal world of the Mafia.

As Ruth trains with Frank and his crew, she learns about her secret Mafia lineage and all the power dynamics that come with it. It is a tough, grueling training that pushes her to her limits, but slowly, Ruth morphs from pampered princess into Mafia heiress. The complication in their mission would be the budding attraction between Ruth and Frank, and as their feelings for each other deepen, so does their determination to find her family-and to unmask the formidable foes against them.

On her way, Ruth faces betrayal, dark secrets, and surprising alliances. Now she's supposed to learn her way with a world she never understood, and the dark legacy of her family. Tension between her and Frank heightens while running life-threatening missions, and a passionate romance blooms in the midst of chaos. But the road to the future is filled with perils, as Ruth's uncle, a powerful Mafia baron with a deep-seated grudge against her family, seeks to destroy everything they've built.

Ruth Lee (TAMING THE MAFIA PRINCESS )

<p>I remember the chill in the air as I and Ruth Lee stepped out of the building, the neon-splashed night hugging us like a shroud. I gripped her hand so tightly that it was as if I were holding on to a frightened child—always on guard that she could vanish into the dark streets of this strange city. Ruth never once protested my overprotectiveness; I knew she held her silence in no submission, but a muted recognition that the rough outside shell, tough as it occasionally felt, had under it a genuine concern for her welfare.</p>

CHAPTER 45