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As Harry stepped up to the podium, Donovan sat poised in his seat, his eyes fixed on his opponent with an unreadable gaze. Dressed in a sharp suit, Donovan exuded an air of confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of a crowded auditorium. Boma's friend Hilda leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at Donovan," she murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his profile. "He's positively captivating, isn't he? So handsome and intimidating all at once." Boma felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she stole a glance at Donovan, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny that her husband possessed a magnetic allure, his strong presence filling the room with an undeniable energy. Boma watched Donovan closely, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of pride and admiration. She knew that her husband was more than just a formidable opponent – he was a natural leader, destined for greatness. And as she watched him prepare to
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Outside the auditorium, amidst the throng of students eagerly awaiting the election results, Boma's friends engaged in nervous chatter."I have confidence that Donovan will win." Hilda remarked, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of movement. "Still, one can't help but be worried. Harry has fans too."Boma chewed on her lip, her gaze flickering towards the entrance of the auditorium where the voting was taking place. "I know, right?" she replied, her voice laced with apprehension. "I can't believe I'm worried over Donovan's status.""You're in love now, my friend. And he's got my vote," Hilda declared proudly, offering Boma a reassuring smile. "And I know he's got yours too."Boma nodded, a sense of pride swelling within her chest. "Of course," she affirmed. "I believe in him."As they waited anxiously for the results, Teni caught Boma's eye from across the courtyard and waved in her direction. Boma returned the gesture with a tentative smile, though she couldn't shake the uneas
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With Boma in his arms, Donovan sought out her friends amidst the jubilant crowd. With a charming smile, he promised them, "You ladies deserve a special treat for all your support. How about attending my victory dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town? I'm shutting down that place with the party tomorrow evening and I will be honored to have you all there." Boma's face lit up with gratitude, and her friends eagerly accepted the invitation with gleeful nods and excited chatter. They thanked Donovan profusely, expressing their anticipation for the upcoming dinner. Meanwhile, from a distance, Teni watched the interaction with a mix of envy and longing. She wished she could be the one in Donovan's place giving Boma attention and affection. She could not stop feeling a pang of possessiveness toward Boma. The intensity of her emotions startled her, and she whispered words of self-control to herself, reminding herself to maintain composure. With a reluctant sigh, she turned away, det
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School activities resumed, and Boma's heart raced with anticipation as she awaited the results of her first test. Early in the morning at 7:00 am on the dot, she was already in the campus to check the result. Lacking confidence in her performance, she wanted to do it when few or no one was there. She got there and was in luck. She was alone at the large notice board. The tension in the air was strong as she scanned the list of grades posted on the notice board. This was for one of her hardest courses and she had barely prepared due to clashes with her job and skipping classes with Teni. Her face paled as she spotted her name among the low scorers. She got an E. Taking a pen, she quickly blotted the grade and her name. She figured she would make it up during the exam. Queen, Bella and Tracy arrived to check on theirs. Even they were on average. Queen got a B grade, Bella and Tracy both got Cs. They were happy, hugging each other. Boma was envious and managed to congratulate them.
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Hilda's reaction had Boma thinking about her decisions and how things were going but she failed to see anything wrong. She came into this life and got entangled with Donovan. He controlled her in the most brutal way. Now she had her freedom. She just wanted to do things her way which she believed was working for her. Harry called her phone. She stared at it, refusing to take the call. But when the call became insistent, she received it. "What do you want?" "My proposal still stands." "Just leave me alone all of you." She shrieked and became embarrassed as everyone stared at her in the restaurant. She ended the call and left in a hurry. On her way to the school library to do some reading, her phone kept ringing with Harry's number but she didn't take the call. Boma ventured into the library and kept the phone on silence. Then she found her own space and tried to study. That was the last thing she remembered before jolting up, awake. Frowning, she checked the time twice
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The restaurant's atmosphere shifted as the heavy oak door swung open, revealing Donovan and his right-hand men. His presence alone commanded attention, sending a ripple of hushed whispers through the room. Donovan strode in with the confidence of a king, his men flanking him like loyal sentinels. Patrons paused mid-bite, their conversations fading into murmurs as they took in the sight of Donovan's imposing figure. Some cast furtive glances, while others averted their eyes, instinctively recognizing the authority emanating from him. Outside, Donovan's men lingered, their presence a silent warning to any who dared to challenge their leader. Inside, Donovan approached the counter, his men trailing behind him like shadows. The serving staff, a mix of males and females, exchanged nervous glances as they caught sight of Donovan's approach. A young waiter, his hands trembling slightly, stepped forward to greet Donovan, his voice shaky with apprehension. On a normal day, they all walked
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Donovan's phone pierced the heavy atmosphere, disrupting the suffocating silence in the car. Each ring felt like a sledgehammer against Donovan's chest, his heartbeat syncing with the relentless chime. With a resigned sigh, he finally answered, his voice strained with tension."Donovan" he said, his tone curt, betraying the storm raging within him.The owner, his voice, solemn came through on the other end, a stark contrast to Donovan's controlled demeanor. "Mr. Garrett, I apologize for disturbing you, but I needed to confirm your contact details."Donovan's jaw clenched at the mention of his name, the weight of recent events bearing down on him like a leaden cloak. "Yes. This is it." He confirmed. "Great to know." He responded."Good." Said Donovan. "Meanwhile, my wife will no longer work at your establishment. I never wanted her working in the first place, but it's just something she wanted to do.""I understand. Once again I apologize.""Also, I want her wages settled for the t
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Boma stood before Donovan, her trembling form a stark reminder of the fear he easily instilled in her.As Donovan took her hand, she flinched, expecting pain. Instead, he led her towards the house, his long strides forcing her to keep up, almost dragging her along."D..." Her protest faltered weakly as she reluctantly followed.He paused. Then impatience drove him to hoist her onto one shoulder.She balled her hands into fists, ready to pummel him in protest like she used to do in the past. But fear and feeling like this time, the situation was different, prevented her. Alone in his bedroom, Donovan's anger simmered as he gently placed her on the floor, his eyes blazing with fury.He regained possession of her hand, keeping her facing him while the fire of anger blazed in his aquamarine eyes.Her chest heaved with the simmering tension as his free hand cupped the back of her neatly braided hair, keeping her attention on him."I swore to myself never to make you cry again." His tone
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