The Princess's Affection

Chapter Thirty-Four

Princess's POV

The days of living with Bianca's mother were such a terrible and horrible experience that I have had. And it took everything in me not to rip her head off her body just because I didn't want Bianca to hate me. I felt repulsed by the way that her mother treated her, especially when she noticed that Bianca had changed, according to her mother. Which I deeply didn't understand because Bianca had sacrificed so much, including herself, but come on, she needed a break for once.

I didn't like the way that her mother treated her and tried to make her feel less of herself, to the point of pressuring her to get married to the man she believed was best for her daughter, not knowing that her daughter was in a relationship with me and really liked me.

Each night, I could see the way Bianca cried herself to sleep, but I was helpless and angry at the fact that I couldn't help her or be of help. Sometimes, Bianca would do things just to please and make her mother happy, but she wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that her daughter was sacrificing everything to make her mother happy.

She was such a selfish and self-centered mother. She was the type of person that I hated and always loved killing, but I wondered why such a mother deserves a daughter like Bianca, who was the exact opposite.

Bianca and I changed rooms because her mother claimed that she wasn't comfortable with us sharing a room and didn't like me. And I heard that I was the reason why Bianca had changed whenever they fought. I would hear Bianca yell and scream at her mother and stand up for me whenever my name was mentioned.

Everyday was living hell for Bianca, as the pressure from her mother took a toll upon her, but what kept her going and from leaving the house was because I was their and her major support, and if I left her, all hell would certainly break loose.

The house became tensed, and everyone was walking on shells as the mother wasn't pleased and happy that Bianca wasn't where she wanted, and that was in the palms of her hands. But I always tried my best to caution and advise Bianca to always obey her mother, despite wanting to end her mother for the way that she treated her.

There was a day that I nearly lost it and killed her. Was the day when a guest came and she insulted and abused her daughter in front of the guest that came, which wasn't good. What kind of person and mother would do such a thing, like what the fuck, that's your child, we are talking about?

That night, Bianca cried and slept in my room, and that day, I had to cheer her up and cuddle with her because she was sad. Even she tried to kiss me and make us have sex because she was really vulnerable and needed my love, attention, and affection for that moment, and I needed to show her that she meant more than a few orgasms.

The next morning, her mother threw a huge tantrum because Bianca refused to go over to her arranged husband's house to see the family. And Bianca tried to explain why she didn't want to marry a man she didn't know. Her mother still told her that she was not being reasonable and a good child to her. Such emotional manipulation goes to a narcissist mother, whom I found ridiculous.

They kept arguing and arguing, shouting and yelling, until Bianca couldn't take it anymore and confessed that I was dating her. The surprise looks and stares on everyone around, mouths agape, and people in wonders on how we were dating.

Bianca confessed like this: Mom, I have a confession to make, and I can't take it anymore. The truth is that Princess and I are in a relationship with each other. Not the kind of relationship that friends have but that lovers do have and who wish to introduce the world and family that they are together. She is the one who has my heart, not some random guy you want me to date. I won't accept it.

And before everyone knew it, Bianca's mother landed her daughter an astonishing and dirty slap on the face and slumped herself on the ground, crying and screaming. When Bianca was scared that her mother had fainted because she couldn't bear the news, she bent to pick her up. Her mother had told her that she wasn't her daughter, and she would disown her if we didn't break up.

But like they say, like a mother like a daughter, Bianca said to her mother that she accepts the consequences and wouldn't let me go no matter what happened.

You weren't a good mother anyway, Bianca had said to her mother. If you think that I would accept whoever his name is and leave Princess to go, Mother, you lie and have failed woefully, Bianca told her mother with tears running down her eyes. I really like her mom, and I can't. I am sorry that I can't do the one thing that you ask of me.

You can ask me about anything I would have done, but I am sorry that I cannot do it and make myself feel hurt. Now, I am going to be selfish for the first time, for my happiness, mother, and accept her. If you refuse, that's on you because I really don't care anymore.

And Bianca left her mother and came closer to me, kissing me passionately on the lips for her mother to see, and fuck, did that feel good? Like the best, I accepted the kiss, and we kissed tenderly, passionately, and as if we couldn't get enough of each other without breathing together. After that, we hugged each other for a while.

Before her mother came closer and screamed at our faces, stating that we had sinned and couldn't believe that her daughter could break in the devil into the house, she began hitting her and screeching loudly at the top of her lungs as she paced.

Do you know what you have done, you ungrateful child? Her mother, full of rage, had said.

Mother, nothing, Bianca said.

You really don't know that the woman that you brought isn't what she said she was to you. I can't believe this is so unbelievable. If I had known you would've behaved this way, I would've aborted you, sold you off, or even given you to my sister for her to take care of you.

I know that my offense was not taking care of you when all I did was be in the hospital for the many years of your life. But the punishment was to never speak to me, but this is too much for me to bear and accept that I was a failure to raise my child, but you can't blame me because I was diagnosed with a lung condition that needed an urgent lung transplant.

But we couldn't because we had no money. I know that you tried your best, but what about this? I can't accept this. And the audacious nature of yours was to kiss this little demon in my presence and in front of me without any form of respect.

The mother kept talking, and Bianca seemed not to care as she took me in her arms, and we walked away from her mother's presence after taking an excuse from her. When we locked the doors behind us, we began groping and kissing each other passionately, and one thing led to another, and before we knew it, we had one of the most steamy nights of sex for hours before we got our feel.