Donovan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Boma was left with no choice other than to endure the intimate moment. Endurance slowly gave way to weakness and acceptance.From acceptance, tiny jolts of desire began to spring forth as his lips kept caressing hers and his hands began to softly glide over her back. He broke the kiss instantly and stared into her lightly dazed eyes. Then he smirked at her and took her hands gently in his. She was still staring at him, surprised by the sudden truncation."You don't want my touch in the first place, so breaking it off unexpectedly is kind of my revenge."Boma felt conflicted about his actions. On one hand, she was drawn to him as the sensual feelings he stirred began to overwhelm her. On the other hand, she was grateful for the interruption. She knew she shouldn't enjoy his touch—that was the right thing.Donovan observed her expression. She looked anxious. He wanted her to relax."I will leave you to get acquainted with your new home." he said, dipping a hand into his pocket and retrie

With Donovan's attention currently fixed on his friend, Boma willed her mind to stay strong and her brain to come up with a quick solution. She knew if Donovan found out, she would be in serious trouble. He would crucify her. She could already feel his hand tightening around her wrist as he stared at his friend expectantly. Tension steadily rose in the air.Boma struggled to battle her panic attack. She had come too far to have everything destroyed in so swift a moment. She fervently prayed in her heart for a miracle. Standing there beside Donovan, she fixed her eyes on his friend with thoughts of hope. It had suddenly dawned on her that he might just be the solution to her problem. She silently willed him to meet her eyes.Boma widened her eyes, staring intently at him so he would notice that she needed his attention. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage as she waited. The seconds of waiting time were starting to feel like a century. She could hardly breathe from relief when h

Donovan traced his finger lightly along her jawline. She stared at him with wide, wild eyes. Then he smiled. "Look at her face, so nervous. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you, okay? I was just kidding." He backed away from her. "Enjoy the sail. I want a nap."She started to relax and he smirked at her knowingly. Then he turned away from her and returned to the bed. Boma watched him flop onto the bed, shutting his eyes and letting her be.She stood by the window, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed out at the serene lake. She stayed by the window for a while, enjoying the peaceful scenery of nature.She could already hear the call of freedom. Her face lit up with a radiant smile at the thought of it. Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze. She watched the ripples on the water as the ship glided smoothly, feeling a sense of tranquility and adventure all at once.The beauty of the creeks captivated her, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the picturesque scene unfolding beyond her

Inside a bedroom in Ronald's mansion, Donovan was finished dressing up in a smart outfit before the mirror. An SMS buzzed his phone and upon checking, he saw it was from Boma. He opened it and paused as his eyes took in the content. He refused to believe what he was reading.His brooding dominance surfaced in the aftermath of taking in the message. His forest eyes, usually filled with resolve, faltered as he took in the message again: ‘It's over between Us. Do not bother looking for me.’A tempest of fury surged within Donovan, an emotion he had rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. His grip on the phone tightened, and a sinister fire danced in his eyes. He had always been the master of his domain, a ruler of hearts, and this abrupt act of defiance threatened to shatter the very foundation of his dominance.The walls of his room in Ronald's house, an opulent sanctuary, once symbols of his peace, seemed to close in on him, echoing the turmoil in his heart. This wasn't a challenge he

As the sun bathed the school grounds in a warm, golden glow, Hilda stood just outside the imposing wrought-iron gates. She was supposed to leave school the previous day but after learning of an impromptu test, she had to stay back.She had made the difficult decision to leave the school behind, if only for a while, to escape the tangled web of secrets and fear that had ensnared her. Her breath caught in her throat as she hailed a taxi cab that had pulled up to the curb, her refuge from the impending storm.Unknown to Hilda, Donovan had orchestrated his plan with military precision. His obsession with finding Boma had driven him to the brink of madness, and he knew that Hilda held the key to unravelling the mystery of her whereabouts. Donovan's henchmen, shadowy figures in the periphery, approached the unsuspecting Hilda, their movements as calculated as a chess master's opening gambit.Just as Hilda reached out to open the cab door, strong hands grabbed her from behind, pulling her bac