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Donovan swung open the door, his presence casting a dark shadow over the already dismal room. With a swift motion, he confiscated Boma's phone, before exiting and locking her back in, leaving her defenceless as she took in the bleak surroundings.The room was small and sparsely furnished, with bare walls painted in a dull shade of beige that did nothing to lift the oppressive atmosphere.In one corner of the room stood a narrow bed, its thin mattress adorned with a scratchy blanket that offered little in the way of comfort. On the opposite side, a small table held a jug of water and a couple of cups, the only sign of life in the otherwise barren space.But it was the sight of Teni, sitting huddled in a corner with her knees drawn up to her chest, that drew Boma's attention. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, betraying the tears she had undoubtedly shed in the solitude of this cold, unforgiving room.As Boma approached, Teni looked up, her expression a mix of relief and despair. Then
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Left alone, Boma's heart weighed heavy with despair. She sank onto the bed, the silence of the room echoing the turmoil within her. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she awaited Donovan's return, her mind plagued by uncertainty and fear.When Donovan reappeared, his presence only served to intensify the tension in the room. He handed her phone back to her without a word, his stoic demeanor offering no solace."Thank you," she said softly, glad to have her phone back.Donovan nodded curtly, his expression unreadable as he turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, her sense of isolation deepened. She glanced at her phone, the screen offering no escape from the suffocating reality of her situation.Alone once more, Boma remained in the room as night descended, the hunger in her stomach a cruel reminder of her captivity.A knock at the door interrupted the silence, and one of Donovan's henchmen entered with a tray of food."Queen, your dinner," he said, placing the tray o
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As Boma waited outside her residence, her nerves tingling with anticipation, she couldn't shake the sense of apprehension that clung to her like a shadow. When Harry's car pulled up beside her, the tension between them crackled like electricity, an unspoken acknowledgment of the past animosity that simmered beneath the surface.Harry didn't like the fear in her eyes. He wished to end it as soon as possible.Silence stretched between them as she slid into the passenger seat, the weight of their uneasy truce palpable in the air. Harry's gaze lingered on her, a mix of curiosity and suspicion flickering in his eyes, but neither of them dared to break the silence that hung heavy in the car.Harry was glad that she needed him. Of everyone she could have called she found him worthy. All this proved she was supposed to be his. But then Donovan stole her, taking her away from him.As they drove in silence, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a steady backdrop to their thoughts, Boma could
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The call ended and Boma kept staring at her phone. Then she checked her location and turned it off. Her phone began to ring again. Donovan was calling once more. She picked up the phone, her hands shaking. Maybe she should answer, go to him and face the consequences, she thought. But she could not bring herself to answer.Donovan's gaze was fixed on his phone as he waited for Boma to take her call. This was the second time he was calling. He wondered why she wasn't taking her call. He was seated in the back seat of his car with Phillip, his right-hand man, driving them back to the frat house. They were approaching a fancy eatery, but Donovan's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Boma, who was currently locked in his bedroom as punishment for her transgression. Despite her restricted freedom, she should have been picking up his calls, as she had her phone with her.He was calling because he wanted to get her anything she wanted from the restaurant. He was still unhappy with her ac
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Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word.'- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.Hence, by the time you read this, I will not be here, because of what I've done. This is not a decision I made lightly but one borne out of necessity and desperation and most of all, fear. I hope you understand that I did not leave out of malice or rebellion, but because I am sorely afraid of the consequences of my actions.You have always been a complex man—one who cares deeply, yet often shows it in ways that are hard for me to understand or accept. The punishment, the control, the confinement- it's been too much for me to bear. I have felt like a prisoner in our relationship, our marriage and I need to be free. I loved you deeply, Donovan. I
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The night had settled into a tense quiet. Boma lay on the bed in Harry's apartment, unable to fall asleep. Surely, by this time, Donovan should have discovered her escape. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of him and the consequences of her actions. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, with only the faint sound of waves in the distance breaking the silence.Why hadn't Donovan contacted her? Maybe he had yet to discover her escape. Maybe he had, but was yet to react. She could not figure it out. She recalled her last escape. He had not contacted her immediately. And back then she didn't leave a note. This time she had poured out her heart in a note. He was so unpredictable. She didn't know what he would really do.She feared having to hide so much. How would she get to class? Exams were beginning soon. She and Teni still needed to do some revision. Her books were in her apartment. She left a few in Donovan's house. How would she study? How would Teni go abo
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As Boma hesitated, her mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't outright lie, but revealing she was at Harry's place might provoke Donovan. She took a deep breath, hoping to find a middle ground."I'm not with my parents," she finally said, her voice steady. "But I am safe, Donovan. I'm staying with a friend who offered me a place to stay for a while. It's- it's a safe place."Donovan was silent for a moment, and Boma could feel the weight of his contemplation through the phone. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction."I'm afraid that's not good enough for me, Boma." He responded. "Picture this for a moment. Let's say I'm not around. You can't reach me for days, or even for a day. And you're called about my whereabouts, are you really going to be comfortable not knowing?"Even though he made sense, Boma didn't want to risk revealing the truth. "No, but this is different.""I disagree. Setting our differences aside, the fact remains that I don't know where you are. And I'm yo
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Boma began pacing, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment. Harry tried to soothe her."You need to relax, Boma. Worrying won't help."She slowly sank onto the bed, her hands trembling. Harry excused himself. "I need to get ready." He said as he left her alone.Boma waited, her thoughts a whirlpool of dread. Soon, she heard a car pull up outside. Peering through the window, she saw six rough-looking men emerge from a Sienna, greeted by Harry. They spread out, taking strategic positions around the compound, while a few entered the house. She retreated from the window, alarmed. She had tried so hard to avoid a war, but it seemed inevitable.Confused and desperate, she wondered if she should call Donovan and warn him. She didn't want either man to get hurt.Finally, she dialed Harry’s number. He came to her without taking the call, sensing her need."Harry, please," she implored. "Promise me you won't harm Donovan."Harry laughed, his voice bitter. "Why are you laughing?" she ask
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IntimacyDonovan spoke to Boma in the morning about moving in again, stating his concerns. She considered it and said she would think about it. They were both in bed, her hand on her waist.“Great.” He said, smiling.“You did this to me.” She whined. “I’m so round.”He laughed. “You’re the one who won’t stop eating.”“I can’t help it.”“I know. It will pass, Sweetheart.” He planted a kiss on her cheek.She smiled, then frowned. “D, please rub my feet.”Donovan obliged her. But she pointed to her knee. “No, there.”He laughed and indulged her. “Hope you won’t be the death of me.”She glared at him. “Are you complaining?”He lifted his hands in mock surrender, shaking his head. “Me? Complain? How dare I complain about taking care of the Queen of my heart?”She started to smile then frowned. “My feet, D, please massage.”He didn’t oblige her this time. He kissed her lips and murmured in her ear. “I know what you need, Sweetheart. You want me. Don’t worry, I will be gentle and come in fro
Donovan 170: Epilogue 4 - Shadows of Danger
The Dark MeetingAmong the attendees were representatives from the minor cults on campus, including an all-female cult that had often operated in the background, carefully observing the landscape of power. Their leader, a sharp-eyed girl with an air of authority, stood to address the group.She recalled her altercation with the girl Donovan married. She had thought maybe Donovan would grow tired of her, but it was not happening. Also, she thought she had moved on, but the more she saw Donovan’s success, the angrier she got. She wanted his downfall over this and had orchestrated everything by getting all the rival cult groups together.“Look at him,” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Donovan thinks he’s some kind of hero, but we all know better. He’s just a fraternity member like the rest of us, and it’s time we remind him of his place.”As she turned off the video, the room fell silent. The atmosphere shifted, igniting the simmering animosity rising within the members. “W
Donovan 169: Epilogue 3 - A New Beginning
Donovan’s LeadershipAs Donovan dove back into his responsibilities as SUG President, his passion for improving campus life grew stronger. He focused on the promises he made the school during his manifesto.One of his first initiatives upon resuming his role was addressing the issue of inadequate transportation on campus.The student body had long complained about the lack of school buses, leading to overcrowded rides and long waits. Donovan, refusing to let this linger any longer, called for a meeting with the university's management. Armed with facts, surveys, and the frustrations of his fellow students, he laid out his proposal: the school needed more buses, and the government had the resources to help.After hours of discussions, Donovan sent a formal proposal to the state government, making a strong case for why they needed to invest in the transportation system for the students.His tenacity paid off when his proposal was received positively, and a few weeks later, several new b
Donovan 168: Epilogue 2 - The Balance of Love
Back to School – One Month After the HoneymoonThe late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the sleek SUV as it made its way back to campus.Boma leaned against the plush seat, her hand resting gently on her small but noticeable bump, a tender reminder of the new life growing inside her.Beside her, Donovan sat silently, his fingers interlaced with hers, his protective presence a constant source of strength.Phillip, Donovan’s right-hand man, was focused on the road, driving them back to the reality of school life after their whirlwind honeymoon.It had only been a month of travelling the world as newlyweds. Now, they were returning to their roles as students, but life had changed dramatically. Boma wasn’t just a student anymore; she was Mrs. Donovan. She was also carrying his child, and while her heart was full of joy, she found herself longing for some semblance of the independence she once cherished.As the car rolled through the gates of the university, Boma’s thoughts l
Donovan 167: Epilogue 1 - The Honeymoon
AFTER BOMA’S FULL RECOVERY The trauma from Boma’s ordeal with Harry was fading, thanks to Donovan’s gentle care and devotion. The school holiday was in full swing, and as promised, Donovan decided it was time for their honeymoon abroad. THE HONEYMOON Boma felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she sat beside Donovan on their flight. It was her first time flying, and though Donovan had wanted to book first class, she insisted on experiencing it in economy for her first time. Donovan agreed on the condition that their return flight would be first class. This way, she would experience both options. Boma accepted. Meeting each other halfway was becoming their norm, and Boma was beginning to enjoy the equality she had longed for. Donovan, always wanting to see her happy, indulged her wishes, adjusting to this new dynamic of negotiation in their relationship. His palm rested gently on her stomach as the plane began to take off. She breathed deeply, her eyes wide with a mix of fear
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In the depth of his grief, Donovan clung tightly to Boma."No, you can't leave. Come back to me. Please, come back to me. I know you can hear me. I choose to believe you can hear me. Boma!"The family doctor gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's gone, Son. I'm sorry.""No!" Donovan shook off the doctor's hand and looked at Boma's face, growing cold in his arms. "Boma, hear me! Come back to me. It's D. Don't go, please!"Boma, floating towards the light, heard a distant voice calling her. The light beckoned her, but so did the voice. She heard her name, then the words, "Don't go- Come back to me- It's D- I love you- Please-"The voice grew louder, pulling her back. The light faded as she heard, "It's Papa- please don't leave me. Live again!"She gasped, her eyes shooting open. Seizures wracked her body, and she became aware of herself in Donovan's familiar arms. A beeping sound filled the air.People in white coats surrounded her, and she realized she was on a hospital bed in Do
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Ken stood before a pacing Harry in the living room of the cabin. As a frat house it was simple, rustic with minimal furniture."Calm down, bro." Ken said, causing him to pause."That bastard is not taking me seriously." He shouted. "Does he think I'm joking?" "No. But it's just his way to assert his power. You are still the one in power. You have the leverage, so calm down."Hearing that, Harry sank down on a chair. Ken followed suit as Harry called Donovan who picked up after the second ring. This delay also infuriated Harry. Donovan should be desperate, calling him all the time. "I will kill your wife by tomorrow if you've not resigned by 12:00pm." He declared and ended the call.He sat back, satisfied that this time, it was he who had ended the call."Good one, bro." Ken praised."Thanks for having my back.""Anytime bro."They were silent for a while, anticipating their victory."Look at this place. It's a mess." Harry said. "Once we get the money by any means necessary, we'll pu
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After what felt like an hour, the car finally slowed down, bumping along a rough road.Boma sensed they were far from the island, possibly near the city outskirts. God, where were they taking her?The car stopped, and her captors dragged her out. She heard nothing but forest sounds. Maybe they were at a cabin in the woods, she thought. Barely able to struggle, she was carried into a house. The creaking of boots on wood told her it was a wooden structure. A door lock clicked open, and she was carried inside. The air was stale, as if the place hadn't been aired out in ages. She heard a window opening, letting in some much-needed ventilation. Inwardly, she was grateful; she could have suffocated otherwise.Finally, they dropped her to the floor and removed her blindfold. She faced Harry. His gaze was cold, devoid of the compassion she once saw in him. He was a man consumed by envy and a thirst for power. She wanted to speak, to appeal to his better nature, but her lips were sealed.Fear
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Donovan called Hilda, his fingers tapping impatiently against the phone as it rang."Hello, Hilda," he said as soon as she picked up. "I need to talk to you. It’s about Boma."Hilda's voice, already laced with worry, deepened. "What’s going on, Presido?""I’ve been trying to piece together where she might be. The security guard saw her leave with someone in a black car. Do you remember anything unusual about her recently?"Hilda paused, thinking hard. "The last time we saw her was at the faculty block, and she was alone but was later joined by Harry. They went to check his exam results together."Donovan’s grip tightened on the phone. He remembered encountering her that day as well. He had even seen Harry's car as he left. "Harry? Are you sure?""Yes," Hilda replied. "We didn't like it and didn't think much of it at the time, but now- it worries me.""Thanks, Hilda. I’ll do all I can to handle it from here," Donovan said, ending the call abruptly.His mind raced, fury bubbling to the s
