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CHAPTER 29: LOVE IN EXILE

Author: Joy Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-13 18:52:06

POVONETS KARELIA, RUSSIA

The forest had its own kind of silence. Not the silence of cities at night, heavy with secrets and sirens. Not the silence of Bratva halls, where footsteps always carried whispers of death. This was different. It was honest. The kind of silence that came with pines stretching toward the sky, with wind sifting through branches, with water lapping against the edge of the lake.

Mikhail had not felt such stillness in years.

He leaned against the wooden railing of the bungalow’s balcony, the smoke from his cigarette curling upward, vanishing into the chill night. Behind him, the warm flicker of lamplight spilled from inside, soft and golden, wrapping Donatella’s shadow as she moved about the little cabin.

For a fleeting moment, he let himself imagine this life as real. No Bratva. No debts. No blood staining his hands. Just her. Just them.

The door creaked open.

Donatella stepped out, her bare feet padding against the wooden floor, her dark hair falling loose down
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