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 locking 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.
Left alone, Boma's heart weighed heavy with despair. She sank onto the bed, the silence of the room echoing the turmoil within her. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she awaited Donovan's return, her mind plagued by uncertainty and fear. When Donovan reappeared, his presence only served to intensify the tension in the room. He handed her phone back to her without a word, his stoic demeanor offering no solace. "Thank you," Boma said softly, glad to have her phone back. Donovan nodded curtly, his expression unreadable as he turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Boma's sense of isolation deepened. She glanced at her phone, the screen offering no escape from the suffocating reality of her situation. Alone once more, Boma remained in the room as night descended, the hunger in her stomach a cruel reminder of her captivity. A knock at the door interrupted the silence, and one of Donovan's henchmen entered with a tray of food. "Queen, your dinner," he said, plac
As Boma waited outside her residence, her nerves tingling with anticipation, she couldn't shake the sense of apprehension that clung to her like a shadow. When Harry's car pulled up beside her, the tension between them crackled like electricity, an unspoken acknowledgment of the past animosity that simmered beneath the surface.Harry didn't like the fear in her eyes. He wished to end it as soon as possible.Silence stretched between them as she slid into the passenger seat, the weight of their uneasy truce palpable in the air. Harry's gaze lingered on her, a mix of curiosity and suspicion flickering in his eyes, but neither of them dared to break the silence that hung heavy in the car.Harry was glad that she needed him. Of everyone she could have called she found him worthy. All this proved she was supposed to be his. But then Donovan stole her, taking her away from him.As they drove in silence, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a steady backdrop to their thoughts, Boma coul
The call ended and Boma kept staring at her phone. Then she checked her location and turned it off. Her phone began to ring again. Donovan was calling once more. She picked up the phone, her hands shaking. Maybe she should answer, go to him and face the consequences, she thought.But she could not bring herself to answer. ---Donovan's gaze was fixed on his phone as he waited for Boma to take her call. This was the second time he was calling. He wondered why she wasn't taking her call. He was seated in the back seat of his car with Phillip, his right-hand man, driving them back to the frat house. They were approaching a fancy eatery, but Donovan's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Boma, who was currently locked in his bedroom as punishment for her transgression. Despite her restricted freedom, she should have been picking up his calls, as she had her phone with her.He was calling because he wanted to get her anything she wanted from the restaurant. He was still unhappy with h
Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word.'...I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.Hence, by the time you read this, I will not be here, because of what I've done. This is not a decision I made lightly but one borne out of necessity and desperation and most of all, fear. I hope you understand that I did not leave out of malice or rebellion, but because I am sorely afraid of the consequences of my actions.You have always been a complex man—one who cares deeply, yet often shows it in ways that are hard for me to understand or accept. The punishment, the control, the confinement... it's been too much for me to bear. I have felt like a prisoner in our relationship, our marriage and I need to be free. I loved you deeply, Donova
The night had settled into a tense quiet. Boma lay on the bed in Harry's apartment, unable to fall asleep. Surely, by this time, Donovan should have discovered her escape. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of him and the consequences of her actions. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, with only the faint sound of waves in the distance breaking the silence.Why hadn't Donovan contacted her? Maybe he had yet to discover her escape. Maybe he had, but was yet to react. She recalled her last escape. He had not contacted her immediately. And back then she didn't leave a note. This time she had poured out her heart in a note. He was so unpredictable. She didn't know what he would really do.She feared having to hide so much. How would she get to class? Exams were beginning in five days. She and Teni still needed to do some revision. Her books were in her apartment. She left a few in Donovan's house. How would she study? How would Teni go about freely? It suddenl
As Boma hesitated, her mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't outright lie, but revealing she was at Harry's place might provoke Donovan. She took a deep breath, hoping to find a middle ground."I'm not with my parents," she finally said, her voice steady. "But I am safe, Donovan. I'm staying with a friend who offered me a place to stay for a while. It's... it's a safe place."Donovan was silent for a moment, and Boma could feel the weight of his contemplation through the phone. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction"I'm afraid that's not good enough for me, Boma." He responded. "Picture this for a moment. Let's say I'm not around. You can't reach me for days, or even for a day. And you're called about my whereabouts, are you really going to be comfortable not knowing?"Even though he made sense, Boma didn't want to risk it."No, but this is different.""I disagree. Setting our differences aside, the fact remains that I don't know where you are. And I'm your husband. So I
She had been cautioned about the types of guys who often visited the Dazzle Bar. She was informed of their determination and impulsiveness. In short, they were dangerous and spelled trouble.For any decent girl, the Dazzle Bar was off-limits. Boma, who had just turned eighteen, took the warning to heart and made a personal vow never to go there. She kept her promise until an unexpected event broke her silent resolve, changing her otherwise peaceful campus life.It was the night of Valentine's Day, and romance was the last thing on Boma's mind. But her roommate had other plans."Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting," Hilda insisted impatiently.She was dressed in a stylish party dress, her makeup perfectly done. With her dark brown eyes, curly auburn hair, and a confident smile, Hilda, around nineteen, exuded a lively energy. Despite her enthusiasm, she maintained a cool-headed demeanor, always ready to have fun but with a calm and composed attitude. She was ready to leave b