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Donovan called Hilda, his fingers tapping impatiently against the phone as it rang."Hello, Hilda," he said as soon as she picked up. "I need to talk to you. It’s about Boma."Hilda's voice, already laced with worry, deepened. "What’s going on, Presido?""I’ve been trying to piece together where she might be. The security guard saw her leave with someone in a black car. Do you remember anything unusual about her recently?"Hilda paused, thinking hard. "The last time we saw her was at the faculty block, and she was alone but was later joined by Harry. They went to check his exam results together."Donovan’s grip tightened on the phone. He remembered encountering her that day as well. He had even seen Harry's car as he left. "Harry? Are you sure?""Yes," Hilda replied. "We didn't like it and didn't’t think much of it at the time, but now... it worries me.""Thanks, Hilda. I’ll do all I can to handle it from here," Donovan said, ending the call abruptly.His mind raced, fury bubbling to
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After what felt like an hour, the car finally slowed down, bumping along a rough road.Boma sensed they were far from the island, possibly near the city outskirts. God, where were they taking her?The car stopped, and her captors dragged her out. She heard nothing but forest sounds. Maybe they were at a cabin in the woods, she thought.Barely able to struggle, she was carried into a house. The creaking of boots on wood told her it was a wooden structure. A door lock clicked open, and she was carried inside. The air was stale, as if the place hadn't been aired out in ages.She heard a window opening, letting in some much-needed ventilation. Inwardly, she was grateful; she could have suffocated otherwise.Finally, they dropped her to the floor and removed her blindfold.She faced Harry. His gaze was cold, devoid of the compassion she once saw in him. He was a man consumed by envy and a thirst for power.She wanted to speak, to appeal to his better nature, but her lips were sealed.Fearful
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Harry and Ken are seated in the living room of the cabin. As a frat house it was simple, rustic with minimal furniture.Ken was standing before a pacing Harry."Calm down, bro." Ken said, causing him to pause."That bastard is not taking me seriously." He shouted. "Does he think I'm joking?" "No. But it's just his way to assert his power. You are still the one in power. You have the leverage, so calm down."Hearing that, Harry sank down on a chair.He called Donovan who picked up after the second ring. This also infuriated Harry. Donovan should be desperate, calling him all the time. "I will kill your wife by tomorrow if you've not resigned by 12:pm." He declared and ended the call.He sat back satisfied that this time, it was he who had ended the call."Good one, bro." Ken praised."Thanks for having my back.""Anytime bro."They were silent for a while. "Look at this place. It's a mess." Harry said. "Once we get the money by any means necessary, we'll put up a magnificent structure
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In the depth of his grief, Donovan clung tightly to Boma."No, you can't leave. Come back to me. Please, come back to me. I know you can hear me. I choose to believe you can hear me. Boma!"The family doctor gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's gone, Son. I'm sorry.""No!" Donovan shook off the doctor's hand and looked at Boma's face, growing cold in his arms. "Boma, hear me! Come back to me. It's D. Don't go, please!"Boma, floating towards the light, heard a distant voice calling her. The light beckoned her, but so did the voice. She heard her name, then the words, "Don't go... Come back to me... It's D... Please..."The voice grew louder, pulling her back. The light faded as she heard, "It's Papa... please don't leave me. Live again!"She gasped, her eyes shooting open. Seizures wracked her body, and she became aware of herself in Donovan's familiar arms. A beeping sound filled the air.People in white coats surrounded her, and she realized she was on a hospital bed in Donov
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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
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After reading the message, Boma froze in shock, unable to believe her eyes. She stared at the note for a few more seconds before finally collecting herself.For the first time, she keenly observed her surroundings. No one seemed to be paying her any particular attention.She then closely examined the VIP section, separated by an elegant partition made of sturdy sticks intricately assembled to form a fence-like structure.Attempting to gain a clear view of the area proved challenging as the partition stood about five feet high. Struggling to catch a glimpse, she hesitated to rise to her feet, aware that doing so would draw unwanted attention.Quickly folding the note, she stashed it in her jeans pocket, her heart pounding.Ignoring the warnings against venturing here, she had succumbed to foolish pride. Now, with reality hitting hard, she contemplated a timely departure.Anxiously wary of being observed, she dialed her friend's number, hoping for a swift answer. Thankfully, her friend p
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She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She had lied about the answers she gave him, ensuring that if he intended to cause her trouble, he wouldn't be able to find her.How could he know she was lying? Perhaps her fear was too visible, giving her away. To remedy the situation, she summoned her courage and let her hands drop to her sides, attempting to assume a more confident pose."I'm not lying," she said, her voice slightly more confident."Sit down," he said abruptly, startling her."I said, sit down," he repeated forcefully.Tentatively, she took the seat before him and folded her hands on the table. Just then, her phone started to ring.She immediately reached into her bag, sure it was Hilda even without checking."I didn't say you could answer," he told her, his eyes narrowing. Her panic rose."It's my friend. I'm supposed to meet her outside.""You'll talk to her after we're finished.""Please, she might be worried," Boma implored him.His eyes scrutinized her for
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Boma sat across from Hilda in the bustling cafeteria the next day. The clatter of trays and the murmur of conversations filled the air, but Boma barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in the heavy thoughts that had plagued her since the night before.Hilda ate her lunch with a casual grace, her fork moving rhythmically between her plate and her mouth. Boma, on the other hand, merely picked at her food, her appetite nowhere to be found. Every now and then, her gaze would drift to the ring on her finger, its cold metal pressing into her skin like a relentless reminder.The ring glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights, a stark symbol of Donovan's control. Boma’s heart clenched with every glance. She could almost hear his voice, stern and unyielding, echoing in her mind. She loathed the ring and everything it represented, but the fear of his warning paralyzed her. Removing it seemed impossible, the threat he had issued looming over her like a dark cloud."Try and stop worrying," H
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