His Mafia princess
Mobel the empress in the palaceempress crown
Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk.
“I never fail.
”
But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the
princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else.
Resistance. Fire.
For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity.
And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.