Chapter 9 A Facade Of Love

SAVOY HOTEL MOSCOW, RUSSIA

The grand hall of the luxurious Savoy Hotel in Moscow, Russia, was abuzz with excitement. Five days ago, the announcement of Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca's engagement had sent shockwaves through the media, and today was the day of their highly anticipated engagement party.

The hall was a masterpiece of opulence, with crystal chandeliers refracting light into a kaleidoscope of colors, and walls adorned with intricate frescoes. The air was alive with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the soft strains of a string quartet.

As the guests began to arrive, the room transformed into a sea of designer gowns and tailored suits. The who's who of Moscow's elite mingled with Italy's high society, all united in their curiosity about the upcoming union.

Morozov Enterprises, the conglomerate owned by the Bratva, was a behemoth in the business world, with Mikhail as its CEO and The Pakhan, Sergei Morozov as the chairman. The company's influence stretched far beyond Russia's borders, and the engagement had sparked a frenzy of interest among the business community.

As the guests took their seats, the anticipation was palpable. The cameras clicked, capturing the glamour of the evening, while the guests eagerly awaited the arrival of the star couple.

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Donatella stood in front of the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection. Her mother, Anastasia De Luca, approached her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulders. "Dona, I know this is hard for you. I know how difficult it is for you to take this step, but trust me, it's for the greater good of La Famiglia De Luca. We're doing this to avenge Giovanni Bianchi's death. La Mano Rojas won't go scot-free after what he's done to our family."

Donatella's gaze dropped, but her mother's words sparked a fire within her. She raised her head high, determination etched on her face. Her mother smiled, seeing the resolve in her eyes.

"I'm ready, Mama," Donatella said, her voice firm.

Her mother smiled and escorted her out of the room. As they walked, the underbosses of La Famiglia De Luca nodded in respect. Barino Moretti approached them, a hint of a smile on his face. "Are you ready?" he asked Donatella.

"I was born ready," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. Barino smiled back and whispered, "I trust you."

As they walked towards the grand entrance, Donatella's father, Capo Ivan De Luca, awaited them. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

Donatella nodded, and together they marched towards where the Morozov family and the De Luca family were gathered. Mikhail stood waiting, his eyes fixed on Donatella as she approached.

The Morozov family and the De Luca family stepped into the grand hall, their presence commanding attention. They walked towards the VIP seats provided for them, their faces beaming with pride and happiness. As they took their seats, the atmosphere in the hall became electric.

The master of ceremony, a suave and charismatic host, took the stage, a warm smile on his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, please stand on your feet as we welcome the soon-to-be couple, Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca," he announced, his voice booming through the hall.

The guests rose to their feet, applauding wildly as the grand doors swung open. Mikhail and Donatella stepped into the hall, their presence electrifying the atmosphere. Mikhail, resplendent in a tailored black tuxedo, exuded confidence and power. His crisp white shirt and black tie complemented his chiseled features, and his styled hair added to his suave demeanor. His eyes locked onto Donatella's as they walked side by side, their hands clasped together.

Donatella, a vision in a stunning white gown, radiated elegance and poise. The fitted, floor-length dress showcased her curves, and the intricate diamond designs that adorned the gown sparkled under the light. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. Despite her youth, she carried herself with a sense of maturity and determination that commanded respect.

As they walked down the aisle, the applause grew louder, and the guests couldn't help but be drawn to the soon-to-be couple's commanding presence. They smiled, a perfect picture of elegance and sophistication, as the guests cheered and whistled. As they reached their seats, their hands still clasped together, the applause reached a crescendo.

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The master of ceremonies announced the ring exchange, and Donatella and Mikhail stepped forward, their eyes locked in a cold gaze. Mikhail took Donatella's hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he slid the silver ring onto her finger. The ring sparkled with a 2-carat diamond, surrounded by intricate filigree and smaller diamonds that danced around the band.

Donatella's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at the ring, her expression unreadable. She didn't smile or show any emotion, her eyes simply locked onto the ring before flicking up to meet Mikhail's gaze. Mikhail's expression was equally cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he released her hand.

The tension between them was palpable as Donatella placed the platinum band on Mikhail's finger. The ring was adorned with a row of diamonds, symbolizing their arranged union rather than any romantic love. The crowd applauded politely, sensing the tension between the couple.

As they returned to their seats, the master of ceremonies smiled, his voice booming through the microphone. "And now, it's time for the family to give their speeches, welcoming Mikhail and Donatella into their both family." The crowd applauded, and the speeches began.

The guests gathered around, eager to hear heartfelt speeches from the couple's loved ones. Donatella's mother, Anastasia, took the microphone first. "At first, I thought my eldest daughter, Valerie, would be the first to get married," she said with a chuckle. "But sometimes when you plan life, life plans you. I'm so happy for Donatella – she's always been a strong, independent person with a determined mindset. I feel like she and Mikhail are going to work out very well. I couldn't be happier, and I look forward to witnessing their marriage. I'll be the happiest mother in the world to see my second daughter marry one of the most established men in Russia."

The guests applauded warmly. Next, Donatella's father, Ivan De Luca, stepped forward. "This marriage is also an alliance between the Italians and the Russians," he began. "I must say, I don't regret giving my daughter's hand in marriage to the Morozovs. Once Donatella is married, she'll no longer be a De Luca, but a Morozov. I'm confident Mikhail will take good care of her. And trust me, she's not the soft type – sometimes she's annoying, sometimes she frustrates me, but she has a lovely attitude; you just have to unlock it." The guests chuckled, and Ivan added with a grin, "I'm giving you a hint, Mikhail." The room burst into laughter. "Congratulations on your engagement!" Ivan exclaimed, before stepping aside.

Then, it was Pakhan Sergei's turn. Pakhan Sergei stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. "I remember the day Mikhail came into this world," he began. "There was fire in his eyes even then. Growing up has been tough for him and his siblings, but I've done everything I could to ensure they have a wonderful life. I'm proud of the man he's become today, and I'm thrilled to welcome Donatella into our family. A wife is a blessing, and I believe Donatella will be a blessing to Mikhail."

As Pakhan Sergei spoke, Donatella scoffed, looking unimpressed. Mikhail noticed and snapped, "Can you just stop?" in a low, annoyed tone. Donatella raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" Their mouths moved, but their voices were barely audible as they faced the crowd.

Mikhail snapped, "I know this is boring, but we have to keep up the act. Remember our agreement in Sicily?"

Donatella nodded slightly, "Of course, I didn't forget. We're doing this for our family."

Pakan Sergei continued, "I believe Donatella, with her lovely spirit, will tame my grandson. Don't forget what Ivan De Luca said – she has a lovely side; you just have to unlock it." The guests chuckled, and Pakan Sergei added with a grin, "Don't forget that hint." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "I also can't wait to become a great-grandfather." The room erupted into applause as he concluded, "Congratulations on your engagement once again!"

As Pakhan Sergei returned to his seat, the couples prepared for their first dance. The atmosphere was filled with joy and anticipation.

The soon-to-be couple were welcomed to the dance floor, and Mikhail wrapped his hands around Donatella's waist. Her right hand rested on his shoulder, and they moved in perfect sync. Their eyes locked, and to the onlookers, it seemed like they were gazing at each other with love. But beneath the surface, their stare was laced with hatred and determination. Mikhail was driven by his grandfather's wishes, while Donatella was fueled by her desire to save her family.

As they danced, Donatella's smile faltered, and she laughed awkwardly. "This is awkward," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Mikhail remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Donatella's laughter grew more nervous. "I feel so trapped right now. I mean, I can't even decide for myself." She glanced up at Mikhail, her eyes sparkling with annoyance. "And you? I thought you were the cold type. I thought you'd be...disinterested."

Mikhail's gaze never wavered. "You won't stop talking, will you?" he said finally, his voice low and even.

Donatella flashed him an annoying smile, and Mikhail's eyes narrowed. He stared at her, his expression unimpressed, before looking away and ignoring her.

As the music came to an end, the guests applauded, and people flocked to congratulate the soon-to-be couple. Donatella's smile returned, this time more radiant, as she played her part.

The Morozov family, including Nikolai, Savannah, Alexei, and Natalia, came to greet Donatella and Mikhail, followed by Pakhan Sergei himself. The De Lucas and other prominent men and women also paid their respects, wishing the couple success in their upcoming wedding. Mikhail excused himself to discuss business with other men, leaving Donatella to receive the well-wishes alone.

That's when Vera appeared, her outfit exuding confidence and seduction. Donatella's eyes narrowed, recognizing Vera from their previous encounter. Vera's smile grew wider as she said, "I understand how it feels when you're forced to do something you don't want to do, when your feelings are ignored."

Donatella raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, do I know you? I don't think you're around here to talk to me like that."

Vera's smile never wavered. "Mikhail and I have known each other for over six years now."

Donatella's response was laced with sarcasm. "Wow, should I clap for you?"

Vera's smile faltered for a moment before she regained composure. "I have what it takes to become Mikhail's wife."

Donatella's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Then what was keeping you waiting for over six years? I mean, I just knew him a few weeks ago, but you've known him for six years. Let me guess – you're his mistress, right?"

Vera's face fell, her smile vanishing as Donatella's words struck a chord.

Vera's eyes locked onto Donatella's, her smile dripping with condescension. "I understand how it feels when you're just a placeholder, a mere formality in Mikhail's life."

Donatella's gaze turned icy. "And I understand how it feels to be a permanent fixture in his bed, but not in his heart."

Vera's smile faltered, but she pressed on. "Six years of knowing him, of being by his side, of understanding him in ways you never could."

Donatella raised an eyebrow. "Six years of being his dirty little secret, more like. You're just mad because you're about to be replaced by a real woman – one who's worthy of standing beside him."

Vera's face reddened, her voice rising. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Mikhail doesn't love you; he loves the idea of you. And I'll make sure you know it."

Donatella's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You're pathetic. You think I give a fuck about you or him either? News flash- I don't care!."she pauses a little bit breathing heavily then continues. "What I'm doing right now is for the sake of my family. So you can get the fuck off my face." Her voice laced with malice.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats and unresolved conflicts.

As Vera was about to reply, Mikhail approached them, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the tension. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice firm.

Donatella turned to him, her gaze sharp, and smiled confidently. "Just putting someone in her place," she said, her voice dripping with condescension.

Vera's face was red with anger, but Mikhail's next words made her smirk. "I don't think you have any right to walk into my life or talk about my personal affairs, Donatella," he said, his voice harsh. "Get over yourself."

Donatella's eyes widened in shock, her face burning with embarrassment. Vera's smirk turned into a smile as she said, "Well, does that just..." before trailing off.

Mikhail's gaze turned cold as he faced Vera. "You can leave," he said, his voice dismissive.

Vera turned, her hips swaying as she walked away, a hint of a smile still on her face. Donatella's eyes blazed with anger, her teeth clenched in rage.

Mikhail's smile was like a slap in the face as he turned to Donatella. "One hell of an engagement party, don't you think?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I think you should have fun too."

Donatella's anger was palpable, but she said nothing, her face twisted in fury. Mikhail's smile never wavered as he took her hand. "Come, we need to take pictures," he said, his voice firm.

He dragged her away, her anger and humiliation simmering just below the surface.