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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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Boma stood there, her heart pounding against her chest like a prisoner desperate to break free. Donovan's chilling words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't shake the image of Teni caught in the crossfire of his anger. She couldn't let that happen. With each passing moment, Donovan and his men were getting closer to the frat house, and Boma knew she had to act fast. Despite Donovan's strict instructions to stay put, she couldn't just stand by and watch Teni suffer for expressing her feelings. They were just feelings, nothing more, and Teni didn't deserve Donovan's wrath. Despite everything, Teni was a great tutor. She still needed her. Summoning every ounce of courage she had, Boma made a split-second decision. She would confront Donovan, stop him from whatever he was about to do, and save Teni from his fury. Ignoring the pounding of her heart, she left the room and stepped outside. The security guard, engrossed in a game under a nearby tree, barely noticed her at first. But
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With Boma's resolve came a shift in her demeanor. Thus she raised her chin in defiance, her stance, confrontational."Where is Teni?"With his eyes still locked to hers, Donovan spoke, his order directed at his men "Please leave us for a moment." He said and they obeyed, leaving the couple alone.Now alone in his presence, Boma didn't know why it felt like his presence had become more dominating.Still, she managed to stand her ground, refusing to be intimidated by him.Donovan's eyes swept over her, recognizing her determination. It was admirable, at thesame time annoying. His lips curled in a small smile devoid of warmth."I'm sure you can recall the last time something like this happened between us.""What are you talking about?" She demanded without giving real thought to his words."I don't think it ended well for you." He stated, ignoring her question which forced the memory upon her. She recalled confronting him at his house over Fidelis. She shifted the memory aside, determine
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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 licking her back in, leaving her defenseless 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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She was warned about certain kinds of guys that frequented the Dazzle Bar. She was told of their strong will and recklessness. In a nutshell, they were dangerous. They were trouble. For any decent girl, the Dazzle Bar was a no-go area. She took the warning to heart and made a mental decision never to go there. And she stuck to her decision, until an unprecedented event caused a break in her silent promise, bringing a change in her mellow campus life. It was the night of Valentine's Day, and the subject of romance was the last thing on Boma's mind. But her roommate wasn't having it. "Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting." Her roommate Hilda told her impatiently. She was dressed in a pretty decent party dress, her face well-made up. She was ready to leave but would not leave without her. Boma, a first-year student of arts, had just turned eighteen, and she had spent her first month in the University, settling down. She had no clear goals in life now, apart from passing he
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