The tremors shaking her violated body, triggered by the fear of Donovan's reaction, eventually shook her to consciousness, so that her peaceful slumber was shattered by a sudden jolt. Her eyes flew open, and she was drenched in cold sweat, her heart hammering like a frantic drumbeat. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her, the images still fresh in her mind. In her dream, the feeling of helplessness had been suffocating, a vice grip on her soul. But now, with the veil of sleep lifted, Boma realized that it was just a dream—a mere phantom of her subconscious.A deep breath filled her lungs, and she exhaled slowly, willing her racing heart to slow its frenetic pace. The room around her was shrouded in darkness, but she could make out the familiar contours of her bedroom—the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains, the comforting presence of her books on the shelf, and the gentle hum of the night outside.Relief washed over her like a gentle wave, soothing her frayed nerves.

Donovan clenched his jaw, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, as he drove through the dimly lit streets. Anger churned within him, a tempestuous storm fueled by a volatile mix of frustration and concern. He had intervened just in time, thwarting Reuben's sinister intentions. He had served justice the way it happened in his world. Reuben had to know he would meet his end by playing such a dangerous game. He had done what he had to do, but he couldn't shake the gnawing anger that had been ignited by Boma's reckless flight from him. Beside him, she wept softly, her tears a haunting melody of her fear and guilt. She believed that he would punish her for her escape, for her defiance of his dominating nature. The knowledge of her dread only intensified Donovan's inner turmoil. He glanced at her trembling form, his heart heavy with the weight of their tangled emotions. "Boma," he said, his voice softer than he'd ever heard it, "prior to your running away, I know how I was bein

The following day had Donovan and Boma on their way back to school. As the sleek, SUV glided through the dimly lit streets, Boma stared out of the window, her thoughts a swirling tempest in her mind. Donovan sat at the wheel, his firm grip on the steering wheel reflecting the iron grip he held on her life. His dominating personality had always sent shivers down her spine. They approached the off-campus apartment he had secured for her. She knew it was a gilded cage, a luxury prison she was trapped in. Her fear of Donovan had started from the onset and she had learned to keep her thoughts and desires hidden deep within, like buried treasures in the sands of her silence. Donovan glanced at her, his piercing eyes hidden by the shadows of the night. "I cannot wait for us to become one." he said but she didn't respond. He didn't care. He just smirked and brought the car to a halt before the estate. She watched him retrieve a familiar looking ring. "This is the third time I'm replaci

The grand doors of the luxurious suite creaked open, revealing an expanse of muted opulence that seemed to swallow Boma whole. Donovan stood beside her, his striking silhouette casting an enigmatic shadow that danced across the plush carpet. The remnants of the engagement party's fervor lingered in the air, but for Boma, the night was far from over. A hesitant shiver ran down her spine as Donovan's deep voice resonated through the room. "It is my utmost desire tonight that you be ready for what awaits us. Are you?" His words were laced with a veiled promise that made her pulse quicken. Boma's gaze flickered up to meet his penetrating eyes, the faint light accentuating the chiseled contours of his face. "I-I suppose so," she stammered, her fingers fidgeting with the delicate fabric of her dress. Donovan closed the gap between them, his towering presence sending her senses into a whirlwind. "Don't be afraid, my love," he murmured, his voice a hypnotic melody that enveloped her. "I

Boma texted Queen about having a bridal shower and the girl responded almost immediately that she and her friends knew exactly what to do. After class the following day, Queen, Bella and Tracy met Boma about the bridal shower. They suggested having a meeting at a bar outside the campus in the evening and Boma agreed. That evening, along with Hilda, Boma joined the trio at the bar and they started to make the bridal shower plans. The girls were full of ideas- talking about games, food, dress code and venue. Boma appreciated and marveled at their expertise. As she took notes, making a list for the budget, she realized her phone had been on silence due to class since the early afternoon hours. And she had barely checked it. She had a sudden urge to check and saw that there were several missed calls from Donovan at random times. She noticed he was calling again and received it hastily. "Hello." she said. "Where the fuck are you?" his voice, icy filled the phone, freezing her. To