The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 100: Fabio Isn’t My Son! 2

Chapter 100: Fabio Isn’t My Son! 2

Viola’s father pressed his lips into a thin line, as he averted his gaze from his daughter. Fabio was the son of the woman he loved. When they arrived in the manor, he was so happy to have another heir. He did whatever he could to make them happy.

But, when as he grew older, he found out that Fabio wasn’t his son and the woman he loved, only loved him because of his money.

Everything she did was out of jealousy for his real wife, Rose.

When Rose died in an accident, he didn’t care much since their marriage wasn’t done out of love. He couldn’t bring himself to fall in love with someone as pure as she was.

Charlotte had told him that she was a slut, and she threw herself around other men while she sneaked to an art school, but when they had their first night together, she turned out to be a virgin.

He felt so silly for believing someone else. So, he gave her a beautiful room by the balcony as an art room. She felt really happy to hear that.

Throughout her pregnancy period, he didn’t visit her once. He only checked on her while she was asleep because what he cared about was the baby in her womb.

He couldn’t wait to get his heir and brag to his friends.

A few months later, she gave birth to her children. A boy and a girl.

Since the boy is the one he wanted, he showered Eduardo with so much love, bought him the most expensive clothes, and took him to parties to show off how cute his son is. Viola was taken care of by her mother. She only found little time to play with her brother, and that’s when their father was too busy dealing with bad people. Whenever he was tormenting people in the basement, he would make sure Eduardo stayed away from the main house so he wouldn’t witness anything bad.

And five years later, Rose died, leaving the children behind. Charlotte arrived, with her son, whom she claimed belonged to him.

Without hesitation, he believed it.

Abandoning Rose’s children, he focused on Fabio. He didn’t care about the rumours circulating about him taking in a new woman after the death of his wife. He was bewitched by Charlotte.

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After all those years, he finally knew the kind of person she was and also the fact that Fabio wasn’t her child.

"....she never got pregnant. She stole that child from someone else" He concluded his little story.

Viola shook her head in disappointment.

"You’re a monster. No. You’re probably something more devious than a monster. Now that you’ve discovered everything, you’re regretting it. Instead of you to get justice for my mother, your wife!!! You sit here, waiting to draw your last breath"

"I’m sorry, Viola. I really am. I’m not old, yet, I feel like I’ve lived for a long time because of this illness. I have no idea when I’ll die. If I meet Rose in the afterlife, I’ll grovel and beg for mercy till she forgives me. You must assist me by becoming the head. I’ll protect you so Charlotte won’t lay a hand on you" he said.

Viola ruffled her hair and checked her wristwatch. She only wanted to spend five minutes with her father, yet so much time had passed.

"Like I said, old man. I won’t take the title. It belongs to my brother. If you want to repay my mother for the bad things you did to her while she was alive and after she drew her last breath, wait for my brother’s return," She turned to leave.

Her father’s finger flinched when she heard that. There was no way she would refer to Fabio as her brother. It could only be...

"Is Eddy alive?" He asked.

"Why don’t you find out by yourself? You have a lot of ways to do that, don’t you?" She asked and slammed the door closed.

He turned his neck to look at his butler.

"Hurry! We must find Eduardo immediately"

"Yes, master!"

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Viola rushed out of the house and drove to where she was supposed to be before she agreed to meet her father. She tried not to think about what he said to her. Fabio isn’t Charlotte’s real son.

She should have known. Fabio looked nothing like her. She shook her head, trying not to think about it.

She checked the address she found one more time before driving to the location.

She pulled over in front of the building and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why is the address on my mother’s diary an art academy?" She mumbled and stepped out of the car. A lot of eyes fell on her. She was so beautiful and attractive, and so was her car. They even took pictures of her. She wore sunglasses and walked towards the building. The security man let her in, without asking who she was.

Students were running around, with books.

It’s almost like a college. The students stole glances at her as she walked along the hallway. Her cheek flushed red in embarrassment.

’It’s not my fault that I’m so pretty’

She thought to herself and found an office, with the tag ’Headmaster’.

"Bingo!" She smirked and knocked on the door.

"Enter" she heard a tired voice and stepped into the office.

The man seated behind the desk saw her and sprung up immediately. Almost as if he had seen a ghost. His hands trembled as he approached her.

"R... Rose?" He called.

Viola smirked. She heard her mother’s name and she finally knew that this was the man she was looking for.

As he got closer and tried to hug her, she slapped his hands before he could touch her body.

"I’m not Rose, Mr Arthur," she said and walked towards the chairs behind his desk. She sat on it and signalled him to go back to his seat.

He looked like he was in his late forties. He has a familiar dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"You’re not Rose?" He asked again.

"Do I look like Rose?" He asked.

"No, you do not" he lowered his head, like a child.

Viola clicked her tongue and took out her mother’s photo.

"You know the woman in this picture?" He asked.

"Yes! That’s Rose! How is she?" He asked, holding himself back from stealing that photo. He kept breathing fast, excited to hear about Rose. He never saw her since the day he touched her and she ran out of the classroom.

"My mother is dead. She died twenty years ago" he said. He froze and lowered his head, tears dripping from his cheek.

"I’m sorry," he said.

"You had no idea, who my mother was, did you?" She asked and he shook his head.

"My mother was not a poor woman. She was the daughter of a famous businessman who was locked away because of her beauty and charm. Her father wanted to use her to get more money, and that was by marrying her to a wealthy man. Of course, you aren’t aware of that. After all, she hid the truth from you" he said.

"Rose didn’t tell me anything about..." he said and she interrupted him.

"I’m not talking about Rose. I’m talking about her..." She brought out another picture of Charlotte. His eyes widened as he swiftly grabbed the picture from her hand.

His eyes were fixed on the photo as he squeezed it tight. Angry veins popped at the corner of his head as he gritted his teeth. He was really furious, just after seeing Charlotte’s photo.

"You know this woman?"

"She’s my stepmother and the one who killed my mother; Rose" Viola folded her hands.

"Fuck! This devil!" He tightened his grip on the picture.

Viola saw the anger on his face and was pleased.

"She’s your sister, isn’t she?"

"Was" he corrected her.

Viola furrowed her eyebrows.

"Everyone thought she was dead after she got into an accident with our cousin’s child" he explained.

"What?" She asked. She finally remembered what her father said about Fabio not being his son. She couldn’t believe that Charlotte had stolen someone else’s child.

"Where is she right now?"

"I’ll tell you. However, you must help me"

"I’ll do anything you want me to do" he stood up.

"You need to get your cousin’s son back. I need justice for my mother’s death"

"You need proof, don’t you?" He asked and she nodded.

"I’ll help you get it," he said. She smiled. She left her contact info behind.

There was a huge smile on her face when she returned to the car. She finally met the man who stole her mother’s first kiss. In her mother’s diary, she found so much information about the one called Art.

After looking for information, she found out that he was the son of the owner of the art academy. Since his father and younger sister were late, he had to take over.

The late younger sister turned out to be Charlotte, who was living her best life in the Ivanov mansion.

She slammed the diary close and exhaled deeply.

"Now that I’ve gotten help from my mother’s past lover. I have to wait for Luca to make a choice, would he choose that witch over me? All I need is information about Eduardo’s location. I’ll get him myself" she mumbled to herself.