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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