Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Liam rushed to the woman on the floor among the debris left after the explosion. He recognized her immediately because of her uniquely colored hair.

She opened his eyes when he succeeded in turning her over. Her eyes blinked and, in a few seconds, she went unconscious," he frowned and touched her neck to feel her pulse.

She was alive and he was filled with so much rage directed at himself and the people he was yet to eliminate for her peace and healthy life.

He wished he went with her and stayed by her side. He was well protected that no one could harm him and that was the only way he could ensure her safety.

He swore to kill the person behind it in the most brutal way possible.

He made sure the news was hidden from the public although it was a difficult task to hide the victim of an explosion that happened in broad daylight with enough sound to make the public aware.

The sight was not hard to miss as an ambulance arrived and the other guests in the hotel were panicking. The hotel belonged to his father although that was not known to the public.

The princess got hurt in a bomb explosion. It was not large enough to bring the building down but enough to make sure that every living being on the floor she was on would not leave without a major injury.

It was well planned that he was amazed by it as well as aware that whoever they were dealing with was not one of those multiple enemies they had but one who could kill and destroy without getting noticed.

"I do not think it is right for us to let this go public," he argued with his father who wanted the news to be known.

"I want to let the world know of the danger she is forced to face as the princess," his father told him firmly. "I am not asking for your permission. I know you hate me for letting this happen to her but I have chosen how to react to it."

Liam sighed. He trusted that his father could not be an enemy, or at least that was what he chose to believe. However, he was not going to put her in more danger by letting the world know about what happened to her.

"This is the time we could use to earn her enough support from the south. If we could earn their support, it will be easier for her to take over the throne," Mr. Hart did not have any desire to give up on the issue as he tried to persuade her.

"I will think about it," he replied as he looked at the door of the room where Rose was receiving treatment.

"We don't have time for that. She came here to help her people if telling the world what happened to her would be of help, it could reduce the effect of the protest she was trying to bring to an end.

"More people are dying, aren't you bothered?" his father tried to persuade them because no matter how stubborn his father was about the publication, he still had the final say as her husband. "We could use this misfortune for her benefit."

"What will happen if she does not wake up? It has already been two days now. If we let them know and she does not wake up it would only lead to a lot of unnecessary problems."

"Don't you trust me?"

He raised his head and glared at his father. "She got hurt under your watch and I want the person who leaked her whereabout to those that caused it. Don't you think your people are behind this?" he asked coldly with no sign of the familial relationship between them.

"I am to be blamed and I am sorry about it. I will also find who did it and hand them over to you. Until then, let us solve this problem first. I am sure she would have loved to use any opportunity she gets to help her journey to the throne."

Liam was forced to nod as he believed that she would have done the same and she would definitely wake up or he would have to use the rest of his life to building the time travel machine.

He sighed and walked into her room.

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Rosaline's gaze was fixed on the door when he opened it the door and entered. She closed her eyes immediately blaming him for what happened to her.

She was scared that she would have died and her secretary was the reason she survived it because she never read his message.

The young woman had pulled her out of the room without a word. She was not offended because she believed the woman would never have behaved that way without a reason.

She did not struggle or ask questions and that was what saved her life or she would have been ripped apart by the force of the explosion.

She listened to his footstep as he approached her bed and placed his hand on her forehead. She wondered what he was doing in B city or perhaps she had returned to A city.

"I warned you about coming to B city because I knew it would not be safe. You could have spoken to my father without coming to B city," he scolded her despite how she had almost died.

She was so angry that she was unwilling to open her eyes as far as he remains by her side.

"You scared me. I thought you were going to die and I was going to live the rest of my life as a widower."

Her fist clenched and she wanted to complain and get angry with him without reservation but she was forced to stay still as she wanted to understand his feelings toward her.

"I love you and I have taken it as my life's mission to ensure your safety. If you had died, I would have lost my mind like he said I would. When he said it, I did not believe it. I thought it was going to be immune to it all but . . .

"I guess we are one after all. I guess I can not lose you and live a normal life. I thought I was going to live like the old man seeking vengeance. That scared me."