The Princess's Affection

Chapter Fifteen

Bianca Shiola's POV

After some weeks, I began getting better and showed room for improvement. Princess kept making sure that I was getting better and would always check up on me. She moved from her office to the house and made sure that she was nearby to check on me if any problems arose.

But when I began walking properly, Princess then asked me a question, and I knew that a day like this was coming.

Who the fuck did this to you? Princess asked me. After seeing the bruises on my face, I couldn't talk because I was scared of what she was capable of doing, and I didn't want these issues to land in a court case. So, I pleaded with her and didn't want to be a burden to her after everything that I had done to her. And she still wanted to protect me, and I was not happy with myself.

Noticing how scared I was, Princess reduced her voice, apologised for raising her voice, and came closer, engulfing me in a tight embrace, as if she didn't want to lose me again for the second time.

I am sorry, Princess. I bawled my eyes out, apologising to her and saying how sorry I was for what I did to her when I was in a relationship with James. Then she whispered to me that it was okay and that I needed not to apologise anymore. But I just kept crying about everything that had happened, especially for James and me.

I was really foolishly in love with him and didn't realise how he didn't love me as much as I had for him. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I highly regretted it. Listening to him and forgetting all that Princess had done for me after all the years we had been together was the worst decision of my life, and now I am back to square one.

I decided to move into her house after losing everything and beginning my life from scratch. While I stayed at her house, I began healing faster thanks to her and started working at her company as her personal assistant, like I had done before I resigned. All the money that I had saved from starting my business was squandered by James, who lied to me about having a joint business but went ahead to register the business under his name. Which I later found out after much investigation was carried out by Princess.

But I had pleaded with her not to take the case to court, as I knew that even though I took him to court, I wouldn't have any legal evidence to support winning the case against him. Because he had people and I knew that he would be able to escape, and I didn't want anyone to know what had happened and put more issues and pressures on my mother, who had just recovered from her illness and was discharged from the hospital.

Thank goodness that I wasn't foolish enough to have given him my virginity and had wanted to have sex after marriage. For that, I was really grateful for not getting there until after marriage. Despite the cheating and emotional trauma that he had caused me in our two-year relationship, I still forgave him and handed everything to God for him to fight my battles.

Life took a drastic turn in my life, from saving up money to starting a business to starting all over. It really took me a few weeks to get myself all together, as I felt ashamed of working with Princess again after everything that I had done to her. But she had reassured me that all was gone and that she didn't mind me working for her again, and that position was still vacant after I had resigned.

I thanked her and was grateful for her considerate ways towards me. I apologised to Ola and her family and explained my reasons for not communicating with them. Ola was really pissed at me and angry with me for some days, but later on, she forgave me, and we cut old issues and rekindled our friendship.

Princess's POV

If I had an idea that I would be brokenhearted, I would have killed the person who told me that shit. But here I was, extremely angry at myself for letting Bianca hurt me this much. Why didn't I notice the signs played out to me, and why did I ignore them? Maybe because I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I never knew that I had dug my own grave.

How much I wanted to kill that fucking boyfriend of hers was at the tip of my strength. I loathed him and wondered how an incredible and sweet powerful woman like mine, who is no longer mine in the first place, was with a man that I never imagined she was with.

It was not like she was gay in the first place, but I still had a little faith that she was gay. But I ended up broken because I could not get the chance to ask her out. Watching her let that man insult me was the peak that I had to be at in my life, but I saw something in there that I hadn't seen in her eyes.

It wasn't love that she had, but obedience, which I knew she didn't deserve to give such a man. She felt it was a mandatory duty that she should give, but if she was mine, I would never treat her like my servant but as my equal; he repulsed me, and I wanted to kill him at every opportunity that I wished that I had.

But seeing how much she loved him would break her fragile heart, and I couldn't dare think of hurting her. She was my everything as I thought about how much she wasn't mine anymore as I destroyed and fixed my office several times until I managed to calm myself down.

It wasn't enough, as I was still enraged by all that had happened. I killed people that my mother had sent to me in order to cool off, but it wasn't enough. I destroyed and rebuilt my house until I thought about her finding out and how angry she would be. And that helped me calm the fuck down.

I was really heartbroken and sad when she hurt me. But it wasn't her fault then; she didn't even know that I had feelings for her. I pretended to be furious at the fact that she had betrayed me, but that wasn't the reason why I was angry.

That night, I slept alone in the house and on her bed to inhale her scent to relieve my anger and stress from everything that had happened today. I tossed and turned all night and stared at the wall for a while before my mother arrived.

My child, cheer up! You are going to be fine, and soon you will find someone else who could love you forever, my mother said.

Mother, please don't upset me more than I already am; I corrected her. I don't want anyone else but Bianca, I said. Mother, you can't see; she is different.

But how different is she? When she betrayed you and broke your heart, my mother countered.

Mother, I warned. She didn't betray me, but maybe she did have her reasons for not telling me. And I don't blame her, and if I were in her shoes, I would have done the same thing.

Oh, okay, then, my child, I shall leave you alone for a while to sort out your broken heart, my mother said. Before vanishing from my presence.