The Princess's Affection

Chapter Sixteen

Princess's POV

Days went into weeks and then into months. I felt so alone and sad as I kept staring at the wall and couldn't go to work due to how sad I was feeling. I wish that I was able to cry, but I couldn't. When I finally got control of myself and sometimes looked at my phone, expecting a call or a text from Bianca, I couldn't find any. And when it finally dawned on me that she was never coming back to me, I picked myself up and started working non-stop. I burned my anger through working until I was stressed out and exhausted from everything but had to continue in order to remove my pain from thinking about her.

She was everything that I wanted, and knowing that she was never coming back to me or never going to see her laughter, her smile, and her voice made my heart ache. Life made me feel so sad, and I began pouring my anger out on my workers and those around me. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

I was angry and became extremely frustrated at myself for the fact that I couldn't let her go and be happy that she was finally getting married but wished that one day she would come back to me and this time, I would make her mine. So, she couldn't even leave this time, no matter how hard she tried.

Two years had passed since she left, but my heart hadn't healed yet. I was fed up with everything and the fact that her scent had faded away from the house, and I couldn't help but want her to be close to me. I realised that I was already so obsessed and dead-ass in love with Bianca that I just wanted to see her, but I refused to let myself see her face.

I had the power to see her with my powers, but I had to control myself so that I wouldn't destroy her relationship with her man for my own selfish reasons and desires. Mother had to start living with me because I began starving myself to the point of wanting to kill my physical body and go back to where I had come from. But my mother always told me and assured me that I was stronger than I thought, and maybe if I did have faith, I might end up getting married to Bianca.

And I would always wonder why she would tell me that, and I would warn her that she shouldn't do anything to ruin my girl's happiness with the man that she loved. But she wouldn't say anything about it and would brush it off by saying something that could distract me from asking her about what she had said.

While I began to have hope for what my mother had confided in me, I began moving on and stopped lashing out at those around me and my workers. I took work seriously because it was my baby, and I knew that my other girl, whom I loved so much, wouldn't be happy that I had killed what I had worked so hard for. I loved working hard and making my woman proud of me for all I had done while she had left me.

One day, while I came back from work and had changed into something comfy and had eaten, I watched a television series, an original Netflix series, titled Atypical. While I was far into the series, I heard my doorbell ring, and I wondered who could be pressing my doorbell by this time and who was there, as I wasn't expecting anyone.

But I got up, walked to my door, and checked who was there. And I saw a man in his early sixties standing next to a woman who was brutally beaten. When I opened the door, I met no one other than the woman who had had my heart for the past two years, brutally beaten up.

I took her from his hand and asked him what had happened, and he told me that she boarded his taxi brutally beaten up like that. I thanked him, took her up to my room, called my doctor, and gave him an ultimatum to get here. Before I beat the shit out of him, as I didn't know how much longer she would be alive without him getting here.

He finally came as I had instructed and helped her despite all that was going on with her. I became scared of losing her when she kept falling into consciousness, and that hurt me so bad. When the doctor was able to sustain her for a brief moment, I thanked him after walking him out of the house and going back to check on her and to be sure that she was okay.

I stayed all night to make sure that she was recovering properly and to administer her medication like the doctor had instructed me to. I also changed her clothes, seeing how bad-looking they were, and I also dressed her wounds and changed her bandages to a new one.

Then, when I went to use the toilet and came back, I noticed that she wasn't breathing again. So, I went to her bed to make sure that I wasn't  imagining things. And when I noticed what I thought was an imagination, it became a reality.

My worst fear knocked on my door when I realised that she was a minute away from leaving this world. So, I quickly called my mother to help me, and I know that you are wondering why I couldn't help her. The reason was the promise of not hurting her.

You all are wondering why I wouldn't hurt her. The reason is that if I did help her, I would have to take her soul away from her, and I didn't want to hurt her like that because of the promise that I had made to her. I had to call my mother and ask her which other methods we can use in reviving her to life than to take her soul, which I didn't want to hurt her when she did find out about it at any time.

When mother had come and tried all she could to revive her. It was a wasted opportunity, and then she had asked me to do the one thing that I didn't want. When I was refusing to do so, my mother asked me why I loved her that much when she knew that Bianca couldn't love me the way than I loved her.

Mother I know that you are really angry and upset about what she did. But please, I really do love her, and one day I will show you that she can love me the way I do for her.

If you don't, then I would do it, my mother said. But I remembered that anyone's soul that my mother had collected. She forced them against their will to bring more souls, do other things to them, and kill them if they defiled her. I did not want that for my woman.

So, I refused her permission, and despite my begging her to refuse to do what she had planned, I then did what I knew: if she ever found out and hated me for it, I would return her soul to her and leave her to be.

While healing her with my powers. I noticed that my face was wet, and I touched it and realised that I was crying, and that was a first. My mother's mouth was agape, and her eyes were shocked and wide as a saucer as she looked at me like I had grown two horns.

Why are you crying, my child? My mother asked me.

Mother, I don't know why I am crying, and this seems new to me. I told her.

This seems like true love, but I will be keeping my eyes on her for a while to be sure that she loves you and makes sure that she doesn't hurt you anymore than she has already done, as my mother had said and cautioned me about what was going to happen if she messed up in the future.

Thank you, mother, I said, and I continued healing my girl until I knew that she was alive. I was beyond weak and exhausted and laid beside her on the bed, sleeping off for a while and cuddling with her on the bed.