The Princess's Affection

Prologue

"Who the fuck did this to you?" Princess asked me.

After seeing the bruises on my face, I couldn't speak. I was scared of what she was capable of doing, and I didn't want this situation to end up in court. So, I pleaded with her, not wanting to be a burden after everything I had done for her. She still wanted to protect me, and I hated myself for it.

Noticing how frightened I was, Princess softened her voice, apologized for raising it, and came closer. She engulfed me in a tight embrace, as if she didn't want to lose me again.

"I'm sorry, Princess." I bawled my eyes out, apologizing for what I had done to her when I was in a relationship with James. She whispered that it was okay and that I didn't need to apologize anymore. But I kept crying over everything that had happened, especially everything involving James and me.

I had been foolishly in love with him and didn't realize that he didn't love me as much as I loved him. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I deeply regretted it. Listening to him and forgetting all that Princess had done for me over the years was the worst decision I had ever made. Now, I was back to square one.

After losing everything, I decided to move into her house and start my life from scratch. While staying with her, I began to heal, thanks to her care, and I started working at her company again as her personal assistant, just like before I resigned. All the money I had saved to start my business was squandered by James. He lied to me about having a joint business, but he went ahead and registered it under his own name.

Even though I took him to court, I didn't have enough legal evidence to win the case. He had connections and could easily escape the consequences. I also didn't want anyone to find out what had happened and add more stress to my mother, who had just recovered from her illness and been discharged from the hospital.

Thank goodness I hadn't been foolish enough to give him my virginity. I had always wanted to wait until marriage, and for that, I was truly grateful.

As the months passed, I found myself falling more deeply in love with Princess. I began to see her as more than a friend. I didn't understand what was happening to me, and I didn't want to offend God after everything He had done for me. But my heart felt differently from my mind, constantly reminding me that what I was feeling was wrong.

I had always believed that when God created humanity, He made one man and one woman to be together, not otherwise. That belief weighed heavily on me. I begged God for understanding, for forgiveness, and for guidance as I struggled between my faith and my heart.

In the following months, I moved into Princess's room and began sleeping in her bed. At some point, I fell seriously ill and nearly died. Thankfully, I recovered by God's grace. The beating I had endured had affected my eyes so badly that I could barely see; it almost blinded me, and it contributed to my illness. I was lucky to have survived.

I thank God for healing and saving me because the doctor who treated me said that most people in a coma like mine wouldn't have survived what I went through.

One day, while lying in bed with Princess, we laughed and talked endlessly. I found myself staring at her—her beautiful eyes, her smile, her lips as she spoke. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. She responded immediately, but before things went further, she pulled back slightly, looking at me as if to confirm the kiss was real.

"I like you so much," I confessed shyly.

She snuggled closer to me, breathing in my scent, and whispered how much she loved me.

"You don't have to say you love me if you're not sure," she said gently. "I don't want you to feel pressured."

She told me how happy she was that I liked her and no longer saw her as just a friend. She pecked my forehead and face as we continued talking about everything.