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CHAPTER 28: EXILE ABD REVENGE

Author: Joy Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-23 15:06:37

NEVSKY AIRFIELD, RUSSIA

The private jet cut through the Moscow night, its engines humming a promise of escape. Inside, the world felt strangely still—as though the chaos they’d left behind couldn’t reach them here, suspended above the clouds.

Mikhail held Donatella as though he might never let go. His arms were iron around her, his lips pressed against her hair, and still it didn’t feel close enough. She trembled against him, tears slipping down her cheeks unchecked.

“I’m sorry, Zvezda,” he murmured, voice raw, almost breaking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from all of this. I feel like a fool, and I want nothing more than to—”

Donatella silenced him with her hand, her eyes shining through her tears. “It’s fine, Mik. What matters is we’re together.”

The cuff around her ankle had been discarded, cut free so no one could track them anymore. For the first time in days, she breathed without a weight pressing down on her chest.

“We’ll disappear for a while,” Mikhail said, his tone soft
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