Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

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Anna was placed on a wheel chair when Mara told her about the arrival of a helicopter. Rose turned to return to her room when Anna was wheeled to the elevator by one of the nurses. She concluded that her job was already over since the girl had woken up and she was going to the hospital with Mara.

"Rose," a weak voice called just before she could take a step into her room. She turned to see Anna looking at her. "Come with us," she begged with a look on her face that simply said she was unwilling to let Rose leave her alone.

Rose was so confused by that. She did not see any need to go with them to the hospital.

"Please," Anna begged her pretty almond eyes blinking at her as they got misty.

That was something she suddenly found herself unable to ignore. It will be cruel of her to not go with Anna after such plea.. She nodded and went into her room to change her shoes. When she came out of her room in a pair of sneakers, she was surprised to see Anna on her wheelchair waiting directly in front of her room.

She did not know how to behave because she never once had a sister or a sincere friend and this girl seemed to have taken her completely as her sister or friend she was yet to discover. "Sister, Mara told me you are older than me," Anna said stretching her weak hands slowly towards Rose.

Rose was not used to holding anyone's hand except that of her mother. She smiled at the hand stretched to her hesitating before holding the hand. The girl's hand was slim, soft and smooth. Rose felt weird holding the girl's fragile hand because hers was a complete opposite of that apart from the slim part because she had slim slender fingers.

She had tried a lot of methods to make her hands softer like the palm of a young miss or princess just like it should be and some of the methods worked but her palm was still calloused and rough.

"I like motorcycles," Anna began a conversation with Rose as soon as they stepped into the elevator.

This girl must really love motorcycles. "Oh. I think they are cool."

"That's why I love them. They make someone look cool."

Rose had to chuckle at that making Anna smile back. "You want to look cool when you ride one?"

"Yes. I am already cool. That's why I will look cool riding one"

Now, she just discovered this sister of hers is a narcissist. She smiled at that.

***

"Your highness, I heard that Miss Anna woke up," a young man told a youth who was playing games with his friends.

"Really?" he asked dropping his controller on the table in front of him. "The drug you gave me will make her forget everything right?"

The man shivered due to the intense gaze he got from his boss and bowed his head to avoid that inhuman gaze. "Yes your highness," the man answered in a very shaky voice.

"Since she won't remember, it will make things easy. I want her to live but if she remembers, then I want to kill her myself," the youth ordered the man and picked up his game controller.

"Don't have fun alone," one of the youth told him.

He ignored his friend but wore an evil smirk on his face. When his mother brings him out to the world as her son when his father is about to die, the first thing he will do is bring Anna and lock her up himself in the basement of his mansion. Girls like her were very interesting. She was a beautiful young narcissist. He shook his head in amusement. Which girl loved motorcycle more than his little Anna?

***

As though Anna knew someone was plotting against her in such creepy manner, she felt a shiver run down her spine making her reach for Rose's hand. "I feel like someone is going to kill me," she said in a very shaky voice her already pale skin further paled.

Rose felt pity. She only hoped the girl will not suffer from the nightmares she always suffered from. She sighed and rubbed the back of the girl's hand.

"I think you need to eat in order to kill those that did this to you," she advised Anna with an encouraging smile and scooped another spoon of porridge for Anna.

Anna had stuck to her or more like forced her to stick around since they arrived from the hospital. The doctors said Anna was alright but she needed to watch her diet and begin therapy. Rose felt sincerely happy for Anna.

"Excuse me, Miss Rose. I will like to speak to you for a moment," Mara asked Rose looking at Anna. She knew Anna had been refusing to left Rose leave but she prayed silently that Anna will let her go.

"I will be right back," Rose assured Anna rubbing the girl's black soft hair.

Anna nodded immediately although hesitating to let Rose go. It seemed whatever Mara wanted to talk to Rose about was serious so, she could not act immature.

"Anna was hurt badly by whoever took her away. She was abused in any way they found fit to. She will continue to stick to you and I want you to continue to take care of her. Since she lost her memory, she will be confused at times. Madam will be back soon. Your therapist will also come tomorrow," Mara informed.

"I will do my best," Rose convinced Mara with the determined look she wore.

"Rose," Anna's soft voice called.

Rose smiled at Mara and went back into the room. She was happy to have avoided her first session with the therapist Mrs. Whitfred told her about because she was busy with Anna. But it seemed she could not avoid it completely. The therapist will most definitely have a session with Anna too. Right now, the two children of this family were broken in different ways and it made her smile sadly as she sat down to feed Anna.

"What happened? What did Mara say to you?" Anna had to ask when she noticed Rose sad look.

"She said you will begin your therapy tomorrow so you can walk on your own," Rose informed her replacing her sad smile with a happy one.

"Oh okay. I want to be able to work well again," Anna told her overlooking the sad expression she saw earlier.

As Rose fed Anna, she could not help wondering what those people might have done to the poor girl. From what Mara said it was obvious that Anna suffered in their hands for a week. A week with very dangerous animals, it must have been hell. She raised her hand and rubbed Anna's head with a smile.

Anna smiled back, she found this new sister of hers very likeable. It had been a little lonely living in such a large house with her parents and having a sister living with her was what she had always dreamt of. She had friends in school but she still wanted a sister and now she had one. A sister to play around with, she could easily picture herself having a lot of fun in the future.

"Do you like motorcycle?" Anna asked when Rose helped her to her bed because Anna told the nurse to leave saying she was uncomfortable and wanted to spend time alone with Rose.

Rose immediately replaced what she thought that Anna likes motorcycles to Anna is obsessed with motorcycles. "I don't know. I think they are cool but I don't like them so much. They could be dangerous to ride compared to a car."

"Oh I see. When you turn sixteen, dad will buy you a car and mum will buy me a motorcycle. I want a black one with touches of purple. Purple is my favorite color," Anna enjoyed telling Rose with broad smile on her face. "What is your favorite color?"

Rose took a lot of effort to hold back a sigh. It seemed Miss Anna here was already planning their future together. "I love amber and pink," Rose answered immediately. Her favorite color had always been the color she sees in her eyes every time she stared into the mirror. She loved the green and brown in her hazel eyes but she loved the amber most. She developed a love for pink when she joined the Whitfred family.

"No that is cheating. I said your favorite color not your favorite colors," Anna frowned pouting her lower lips.

Rose wondered why the girl behaved more immature compared to her when she was only a two months older than her according the birthday the orphanage gave her and she was four months older than Anna with her real birthday. "Ok . . . I love amber most," Rose answered in defeat. This girl must be having fun teasing her.

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