"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

He sits her on his lap, rests his hand on her full hip, and looks down at her, "Why are you mad at me?" When she starts talking, he isn't listening to a thing she's saying. He doesn't mean to be rude but, he's just looking at her, admiring her. Admiring her big brown eyes that were filled with irritation. Admiring her dark brown curls in a messy bun, that shook when she moved her head as she spoke, emphasizing her frustration. Admiring her little hands that are currently balled up into fists. "God, you're so fucking pretty."

Wakes up as a 9 years old in an ancient time. Their house is falling out and their field is not plowed. The villagers refuse to helped them out. Her only companion is an old woman that is on verge of dying. Her siblings are all sold by her heartless father. So now, how to say this? Isn't it a bit pitiful? Maybe....If she is not a high rank Magician in her past life. ◇◇My original Work◇◇