Todos los capítulos de Donovan : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Donovan watched her, observing her fear as he kept beckoning her forward."Boma," he said."Yes.""Come here."Boma remained still, frozen by fear."I said come here.""Are you angry?" She couldn't tell. A dark glint in his eyes made her suspect that he was.The confusion scared her more than the assurance. It would have been better if he clearly showed his anger. At least, that way, she would have an idea of what to expect."I'm not angry. Just come closer." He urged.She shook her head. "I didn't mean to say... I didn't mean to say what I just said.""Draw closer, Boma. Don't make me repeat that." His tone was stern now.She carefully scooted herself close to him, struggling to control the storm of jitters rising within her."Now, repeat what you just said to me a few seconds ago.""I said that... that if you're free to see others, then I am also free to... to do the same," she stuttered."I see. And here I was thinking I probably didn't hear you correctly."Her breathing became fast

Donovan left her alone in the room, where she lay tense on the bed, waiting for his return. As time passed with no sign of him, she eventually drifted off to sleep.In the morning, she woke to his hand gently stroking her face."Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted cheerfully."Morning," she replied tersely, her tone betraying her reluctance to reciprocate the warmth.He didn't seem bothered, planting a kiss on her forehead."Get up. We need to eat breakfast prepared by my girl," he said casually.Boma didn't like the implication of his words. "I need to go home," she stated firmly."Home or hostel?" he asked, his tone neutral."Hostel," she replied without hesitation."Good. Your hostel isn't your home," he remarked."I know, but it's where I stay here in school," she explained."Don't we all feel that way about wherever we stay concerning this school?" he commented."So it's not a problem if I call it home, right? Since you agree?" she replied."No, it's not. But I got what I wanted

"Maybe you should just turn back time," Boma mumbled."What did you say?" Donovan questioned darkly.She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Maybe you should just turn back time," she repeated with a cry."What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his brows furrowing deeply."You brought this upon me. This would never have happened if you had not forced me into your life."His face registered fury. "I chose you as mine and that is that. You will cease to complain about this issue. Do you understand me?"Even though she was frightened, she decided to speak out in resistance. Her chin lifted with defiance as she stared at him.He ignored her defiant look. "I said, do you understand me?" he repeated."I do not accept it. I never really did, so let me go now. Release me. I-I don't—I don't—" her voice began to waver horribly as he began unleashing his belt."Keep talking." He said, folding it in half."I don't-I don't-" she began, but paused as he took a step forward. At this point, she

In class, Boma focused intently as the lecturer analyzed Gabriel Okara's "Little Snake and Little Frog."Boma reflected on the story: The two friends, the little snake and little frog, whose friendship was disrupted when their mothers discovered each other's child. The snake's mother advised it to eat the frog, while the frog's mother warned it to stay away from the snake to avoid becoming prey. Both creatures heeded their mothers' warnings, and despite the snake's attempts to lure the frog back with claims of friendship, the frog remained cautious, echoing, "What your mother told you, my mother also told me."Boma admired the simplicity and wisdom in the frog's response. She yearned for such straightforward guidance in her predicament. Perhaps her parents' advice could similarly guide her, but she hesitated to involve them and cause them to worry.Boma struggled to ignore the menacing glares from Queen, Tracy, and Bella whenever she dared to glance in their direction. Despite her fear

Boma spent a restless evening, overwhelmed with anxiety in her hostel. Lying on her bed, her thoughts were consumed with worry.Since being forced to separate from Fidelis, she hadn't heard a word from him. Her numerous calls went unanswered, and he never returned them. The messages she left on his phone also remained without a response.Her concern for Fidelis's safety fueled her relentless attempts to reach him. She was desperate to know if he was alright, especially given how dangerous Donovan was.Regretting that she didn't know enough about Fidelis to find out where he lived, she decided to check the library, but he wasn't there. She had hoped to see him during their evening class, but he was absent.Anger surged through her as she imagined Donovan doing something bad to Fidelis. She hoped it wasn't true. Surely, he wouldn't hurt his cousin. Yet, the possibility that Donovan might not care about harming Fidelis infuriated her.In frustration, she called Hilda, who was staying with