The Princess's Affection

Chapter Four

Bianca Shiola's POV

Extremely excited about what had happened to me, I saw the latest model of Range Rover parked outside my apartment. I entered my apartment and met Princess laying on the sofa, using a luxurious phone that was far beyond my budget. "Hey girl, I greeted her as I walked into the apartment. So, babe, do you know that today was one of the good days for me? The surprising thing is that I received an unexpected transfer into my bank account from an unknown sender. When I went to the bank to verify the transfer, the bank staff confirmed it was a legitimate transfer, but they couldn't disclose the sender's identity due to confidentiality policies. I was surprised but grateful for the unexpected blessing. I left the bank and went to work.

My guardian angel was a good Samaritan, and I expressed gratitude for their kindness, hoping God would bless them. Princess asked how much I received. I told her it was 150,000 naira, which I used to support my siblings, pay this month's rent, and cover next month's rent as well. Now I have around 20,000 naira left.

"Wow, she exclaimed. You're incredibly kind and selfless, helping me without knowing me. Are you always like this?" "Yes, I'm genuinely like this. I know it may seem unreal, as people often think I'm pretending to be kind. But I assure you, I'm not perfect, but I strive to be good. If it's the only thing I can do before I leave this world, I will."

Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed by the burden and pain I'm feeling, and I doubt God, asking why He allows such situations to happen to me. When I calm down, I apologize and try to resist the temptation of cursing God and complaining bitterly about what has been happening to me. I hadn't a reason why I was telling her, but what I ever needed was a listening ear that wouldn't look at me with pity, and she was the first among the ones who had come my way, like Ola, her family, and the rest when they heard of my situation.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I am truly sorry for you to see me cry, and I am sure that I really look ugly. Also, I am not meant to burden you with my problems." I tried to laugh sheepishly, trying to lighten the mood and wiping away the tears that rolled from my eyes. "Let's forget about me." I laughed softly and diverted the topic by asking her how her day went and telling her about the latest model of a Range Rover car that I saw parked outside my apartment. "Whoever got it, kept it, or bought it must be wealthy," I reasoned.

"It is mine," Princess said. "What, how, when, and where?" I screamed out. "Yours, like yours, you mean?" I exclaimed. "Yes, it is mine," she said. "Or are you saying that I can't own a Jeep or car and can't even afford one of mine?" She asked me. "No, I didn't mean that way, and that wasn't what I meant. I was trying to lighten the tensed atmosphere and apologize, raising my hands in surrender. "Oh, okay," she said. "It is mine, and I found someone for whom I made use of their phone to contact my mother, and she sent a chauffeur to bring me my car and personal things." "Oh, I see," I said.

"But girl, why didn't you leave after your mother brought your belongings to you? Why wait for a poor girl who doesn't have anyone and wait for her to return before leaving? Why tell me when you could just go without informing me when I'm not really important to you?" Princess scolded me. "Don't say that you are really important and a good woman when no one knows the kind of strength that you possess within you. And never say that about yourself; you are indeed a beautiful woman and worth a mile. Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror, and then, that's when you would know that you are indeed a strong woman? Who else can do what you have been doing for years? You need to stop whining and be extremely grateful for how far you have come."

She then held my hands and stared at me, smiling, and hugging me for the first time since I had rescued her. "Thank you," I said to her, hugging her, smiling, and being so happier than ever, feeling quite empty and relieving my pain by sharing my problems. Out of the blues, Princess asked me if I wanted to work for her. And maybe later on, we go see her mother, who was eager to see me and would want to know which kind of a person was kind enough to help her daughter. I refused to accept her offer and told her that I would like to to have time to think about it.

There is no need for you to think about working with me, she said firmly. Just think about me, repaying you for your kind gesture of helping me. Please, my dear friend, she begged me.

If you want me to really work for you, you have to really promise me that you will never in any way hurt me, and you must keep it that way as a sign of a promise vow.

I promise to never hurt you in any kind of way or form, and I promise to be good to you no matter the cost if that were what would take you to work for me, then.

Sure, fine, I finally agreed. I would then work for you at your company as your personal secretary. She smiled, and I laughed at her goofiness. I went to the shower and went to bed to have a nap before, in the evening, Princess decided for us to go see her mom whenever she was ready to leave. I had asked her that she can just come to the room to wake me up, and lastly, I found out that Princess lived farther away from where her father and mother lived.