Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

The following morning, Mr. Swanson knocked on her door and when she opened it immediately fully dressed, he gave her a professional smile and helped her take carry her bag.

He led the way to the same jeep from yesterday but this time, the car was parked in front of the hotel and she got the chance to have a good view of the reception area of the hotel and the neat beautiful street. All the buildings around were tall, it was an ideal picture of a busy business town.

There were two jeeps of the same model with tinted glasses in front of the jeep Mr. Swanson led her to and two others behind it. She found it confusing since all those cars were not there yesterday and she wondered why he needed them.

Mr. Whitfred was already seated in the jeep with his tablet scrolling and tapping the screen when the door was opened. She actually thought he was in one of the other jeeps.

"Good morning, Mr.. Whitfred," she greeted when she sat beside him.

"Good morning Rose," Mr. Whitfred answered without lifting his head or sparing her a glance.

She smiled and looked out of the window. The more time she spent with this Mr. Whitfred, the more she found him really interesting. She found herself wishing he was some sort mafia boss that will act as the perfect shield during vengeance. It was good enough that he was living in B city and it was closer to the palace making things easier.

For the first time since her mother died, she got the opportunity of travelling in a private jet that belonged to her new father. She felt really excited. She might be leaving for vengeance but that did not mean all the things available for her enjoyment will be ignored. To be treated like a princess was her right because she was a princess.

A part of her wanted to make her feel inferior but after thinking it over, she decided not be and boost her self-esteem. Feeling inferior to those rich people won't be good because now she was rich and will get richer in the future. It was not her money now but her new father's money but soon it would be her own money. She will definitely not die as a penniless beggar in this life.

She sipped from the glass of orange juice she was served and looked out of the window. It was beautiful, the cloud white and the blue sky closer to her than ever before just like her new life was close.

Having landed on the soil of B city, there was a new convoy of cars was waiting for them. This, they were not jeeps but a black limousine, and four other black tinted salon cars. With this she could guess they had gotten to the final stage of her journey to B city. Just how rich was her new father to be so well protected and have so many people around him?

If she was expecting a very warm welcome to her new home with fireworks, gifts, cakes and a party, she would have been very disappointed but she remembered he told her his wife was sick so she tried not to expect anything at all and just go with the flow no matter how things might turn out to be.

Despite being mentally prepared for anything, she was still shocked as well as disappointment by the welcome she got in the mansion. The first thing she thought when the drove in through the large black gate and drove through a neat road to the front of a mansion was, 'this is a waste'.

Why was it a waste? Two people, as she assumed were living in such a house? Wasn't this a waste of land? Poor land management began ringing in her mind that she could not even admire the building before her.

It was a three stories luxurious colonial model house spread out as big as the whole orphanage where more than fifty children lived in along with the sister's quarters. That might sound like an exaggeration but it was not far from the description.

The house could be used as the office of a small company comfortably and this man was living in it with his wife. Wasn't that bad?

"Welcome Sir," a woman's voice stopped her wandering mind from wandering further on her train of thoughts.

"Oh Mara show her around, I will check on Valerie," Mr. Whitfred told the woman with the voice before walking into the house through the large patterned front door.

"Yes sir," the woman answered with a nod and took Rose's luggage from Mr. Swanson.

The woman looked like she was in her mid-thirties but after taking a careful look at her you will find her maybe in her mid-forties. The woman must have taken very good care of her skin to achieve that. She had black hair and wore it in a neat bun. She had black beautiful large eyes and was about 4ft10.

She wore a black heeled shoe that tried to hide her petite size. She also wore a black knee length skirt and a black blazer on a white shirt. She looked very professional.

"My name is Mara and I am the head butler," she introduced herself to Rose with warm welcoming smile.

"My name is Rose and I am . . . ," Rose began her introduction but stopped half way unsure on how to proceed.

"The new young miss."

"Fourteen years old," the two said at the same time and looked at each other surprised.

It felt awkward at first as one stared at the other's black eyes and the other stared at the young girl's beautiful hazel eyes that almost glowed with a harmonious mixture of three unique colors, green, amber, and brown.

The pureness and sweetness in the girl's eyes along with its beauty made Ms. Mara lift the corner of her lips to form a very sweet smile.

Rose also smiled and their smile broadened together until they were laughing together getting the attention of the guards around.

This house was secured enough for someone to confidently store millions of dollars. There were security cameras around and those guards in their black suits stood straight with their eyes staring up ahead occasionally looking around.

The guards were not too much and only three of them stood in front of the house. At least it was not half as guarded as the palace. This new father of hers must be super rich anyway. But who was he really?

"Come with me Rose," Ms. Mara told her and led her through the front door into a large passage into the large indoor living area. "This is the living room."

The living room was designed in a very modern manner. There were lots of beautiful paintings on the wall probably worth hundreds of thousands. There was one she recognized as a painting painted by a famous painter from two centuries ago and the painting was the only one left by the painter. The rest was destroyed in a ship wreckage during transportation.

The painting had people fighting for it in an auction that people all over the world participated in but obviously, it found its way to the Whitfred's home. She had to say she was really impressed by this family's wealth.

Ms. Mara's tour with Rose continued as she showed her around the ground floor. She showed her the large hall, the indoor dining, kitchen, library and took her through the elevator to the 1st floor considering that the new young miss must be too tired from the journey and she could easily continue the tour around the ground floor later.

She immediately led her through a long passage with two doors on either sides widely spaced apart. She stopped in front of the door at the end of the passage on the left and opened the door. "This is your room," Ms. Mara told her and led Rose into the room.

The room had a small living area and a glass wall to the bedroom side. It was designed to meet her taste as a young growing teenager. It was painted simple pale pink mixed with a beautiful pattern of pale white lotus flowers. There were two sofas and one table along with a forty inches TV against the wall.

There was also a table and chair against the wall with a pink apple laptop on it. She moved to the glass wall demarcating living area from the bedroom. She searched around for where the door could possibly be but as she got closer, the door opened automatically.

Gasping in surprise, she moved back and the door slowing closed. "Wow," she said moving close and it opened again.