All Chapters of Donovan : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Donovan leaned against the elegant balcony railing, the sprawling cityscape beneath him an intricate web of twinkling lights and restless energy. "Boma," he breathed into the phone, the distant urban symphony harmonizing with the velvety timbre of his voice. "I trust you're conducting yourself with decorum tonight. You know the repercussions if you decide otherwise. You know me. I will find out if you misbehave."Boma's voice quivered on the other end, an intricate blend of reverence and apprehension infusing her response. "I'm not doing anything bad, I swear," she whispered, her words a delicate fusion of compliance and trepidation."That's sweet to know, baby. Who's your man?""You." she responded, giving him the answer he expected."Me who?""Donovan""That's right. You're mine completely. I want to hear you say that.""I'm- I'm yours, completely."A self-assured grin flickered across his lips, the rush of control sending a surge of exhilaration through his veins. "That's right, Sw

Having burst into the room, Hilda's heart pounded like a drum. Fortunately, the room was somewhat shielded from the bustling party, and the commotion didn't attract too much attention."Boma!" Hilda exclaimed, dashing towards her best friend, her voice filled with a powerful blend of relief and indignation.Boma's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she was rendered speechless. Then, realization that Hilda didn't abandon her, despite what happened, washed over her. She rushed into Hilda's arms, her eyes brimming with tears. "Hilda, thank goodness you're here!"But Hilda, torn between love and anger, pushed Boma away with a sharp, intense gaze. "Thank goodness? After your recklessness, Boma?" Her voice trembled with emotion. "You humiliated me in front of everyone, effectively cutting me out of your life just minutes ago. I left because I couldn't bear to watch you self-destruct. But I had this nagging feeling that you'd be in trouble, and here you are, deep in it!"Amidst the t

As Boma glided down the aisle, her father's arm providing a steady anchor, her eyes were upon Donovan, waiting at the altar. Her heartbeat increased its pace. He was so imposing, yet so handsome. She could not take her eyes off him. A mixture of emotions surged within her, creating a tumultuous storm beneath her serene exterior.At the sight of Donovan, a rush of conflicting emotions flooded her heart. His commanding presence and the depth of his gaze stirred a familiar blend of trepidation and a strange, inexplicable attraction within her. She recognized his powerful aura, yet within it, she detected a glimmer of vulnerability that touched her in unexpected ways.His gaze seemed to penetrate her soul, and within that piercing intensity, Boma discerned a mix of affection and an undercurrent of possessiveness. The magnetic pull of his dominant persona evoked a sense of unease, even as she felt a stirring of inexplicable attraction for this enigmatic man she was about to marry.Amidst th

The wedding reception for Boma and Donovan unfolded at a luxurious hotel. It exuded opulence and grandeur with enough food to go around.The lavish ballroom was adorned with elaborate floral arrangements, twinkling lights, and an atmosphere of prestige.As the evening began, the guests gathered around tables adorned with exquisite centerpieces, the clinking of crystal glasses resonating through the air. The evening commenced with live music serenading the room, casting a sophisticated and romantic ambiance over the celebration.Donovan, the epitome of charisma and dominance, stood by Boma, his newly-wedded bride, his possessive arm wrapped around her, as they made their grand entrance. Ronald, his voice, smooth and commanding, pierced the air as he toasted their union."Tonight, we celebrate a union destined for greatness," his voice boomed, the undertones of authority evident. "To my grandson's beautiful bride, who graces this room with her presence and beauty." As the applause ran

Donovan made a stop at a park so they could eat some of the food from the wedding that Hilda had packed for them inside a flask to keep it warm. Hilda had also packed some cake, wine and drinks in an intricately adorned basket.They had not had the time to eat properly and were both hungry.Donovan was surprised at his composure even as Boma sulked away. The usual impatient him would have backhanded her by now and told her to behave but he wanted her to be happy. He considered the day too important to invite tears.He considered it his duty to steer their emotions in the right direction, especially on a special occasion such as their wedding day. No, he refused to let her ruin it for them.The funny thing was, instead of getting impatient, he was rather amused at the moment. He guessed the joy of seeing her as his wife surpassed any attitude she decided to give him at this point in time.They were seated side by side at their table as they ate. It was Donovan's way of seating with her