All Chapters of Donovan : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

After her outburst, Boma remained angry and would not talk to Fidelis. He called her several times but she ignored his calls. She was tired of everyone trying to tell her what to do.She thought Fidelis was different but now he too was being controlling, telling her not to hang out with Reuben. She decided she would not talk to him until after her dinner with Reuben so he would not attempt to interfere. For once, she was going to trust her own judgement.Before she went to bed, Fidelis left her a message. He requested she tell him the place and time so he would be aware of her whereabouts as he was responsible for bringing her to the school. He owed himself that responsibility.She was touched by his concern and wanted to do as he asked but fearing his interference, she ignored the message.Boma woke up to an SMS on her phone. She froze upon reading the content- By this time tomorrow, you will be with me. Do not doubt it for a second. D.She panicked, then managed to shake the fear of

Boma swallowed hard. How had Donovan found her? Was he just trying to scare her? She could feel tears starting to sting her eyes but she struggled to control herself. She would not reveal her location.She watched Reuben come to her. He smiled at her, failing to see her nervous expression. He informed her that he had placed their orders earlier and had just gone to see that everything was in order. She thanked him. Then she asked him why he changed the restaurant.He explained that they didn't have the special dinner he wanted. Boma asserted that he could have told her and he apologized for it. Then he made small talk about how he was aiming to be a better person like Fidelis. Boma encouraged his goals and their food arrived.The dimly lit restaurant exuded an intimate charm, the soft flicker of candlelight dancing across the wooden tabletop. Boma's fingers traced the rim of her wineglass, her eyes flicking anxiously toward the entrance with each passing moment.Reuben, sitting across

Time passed, ushering them into a new day and to the hour that Donovan wanted her response. They had freshened up and were done with breakfast when Donovan demanded for his answer.Boma didn't see much of a choice. If she accepted the punishment, he would still force her hand in marriage. She would rather avoid the punishment.Donovan kept the ultimatum that way because he wanted her as his wife. He also knew that she would rather avoid the punishment. Either way, he was done being single. He was also done leaving her to her whims."I'm waiting." he said."I don't want to be punished." her eyes were locked to his chest."Good. So, this is how it will go. You will inform your parents that you have met someone because I can tell you didn't do so the last time that I mentioned it. Did you? Don't even think about lying to me.""I didn't- I did not tell them.""I thought as much, given your scheming. In the end I celebrated my birthday without you. I did it very low key because you ran awa

The grand engagement party, hosted by Donovan himself at an exclusive hotel off-campus, was a spectacle of opulence. The ballroom was bathed in the soft glow of a thousand fairy lights, creating a surreal atmosphere. The exquisite fragrance of fresh white lilies filled the air, and a live jazz band serenaded the guests, setting the mood for a night of enchantment.Donovan, a striking figure in his impeccably tailored black tuxedo, exuded an undeniable charm. His handsome face hid the depths of his daunting nature, an open secret to those who really knew him. Yet a secret to those who didn't.He had made the event open for his coursemates, friends and fraternity members.Boma wanted something quiet but he said he was running for student union president, so he was now a public figure in the school and wasn't prepared to make it small. "Didn't I say I will make you the envy of many girls in this school?" he had asked. "Well, this is one way. End of discussion."Now he moved through the

The gym pulsed with the rhythmic beat of pounding feet and the clanking of weights. Boma, her pulse racing in anticipation, stepped onto the treadmill, acutely aware of Donovan's formidable presence beside her.Donovan's intense gaze bore into her as he adjusted the treadmill settings. "Let's make this count, Boma," he commanded, his voice a low, compelling rumble.Boma nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."As the treadmill roared to life beneath her, Boma felt her muscles strain and her heart pound in sync with the relentless rhythm of her feet. Donovan's voice cut through the cacophony of the gym, urging her to push harder, to go beyond her limits. With each stride, the tension between them crackled, a potent mix of apprehension and an undeniable, magnetic pull.Droplets of sweat trickled down Boma's temples as she struggled to keep pace with Donovan's relentless drive. "You're almost there, Boma. Keep pushing," he encouraged, his voice a potent blend of authority and sup