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CHAPTER 18: THE MISTRESS AND THE WIFE

Author: Joy Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 02:05:47

MOSCOW RUSSIA (MIKHAIL’S PENTHOUSE)

Sunlight filtered into the penthouse through sheer curtains, but the morning felt anything but soft. Donatella stood in the sleek marble kitchen, her fingers wrapped tightly around a warm porcelain mug, the bitterness of black coffee lingering on her tongue.

She stared blankly out the window. The events of the previous night still clung to her skin like cigarette smoke—the rage in Mikhail’s eyes, his iron grip around her arm, the club crowd’s eyes like daggers.

The sound of polished shoes against the marble made her heart stall for a split second. She didn’t need to turn around. She could feel him—his presence was a storm rolling into her calm.

Mikhail walked into the kitchen, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his black tie still loose around his neck. His hair was damp, his jaw freshly shaven. He looked sharp, deadly—like a man who didn’t apologize.

“We need to talk,” he said firmly.

Donatella sipped her coffee without sparing him a glance. Her
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