The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 105: It’s About Your Mother, Fabio!

Chapter 105: It’s About Your Mother, Fabio!

Viola arrived at the most popular hotel. She was ready to lodge into the presidential suite she booked. Just while Lenny was standing by the receptionist’s desk, smiling and chatting, she was resting behind, seated on a couch. She wanted to pick the magazine in front of her but, decided not to.

Immediately, she diverted her gaze and saw a familiar figure with white hair coming out of the elevator. She left the couch and walked to him.

"Of course, you’re here!" She said Immediately she arrived in front of him. Fabio took off his sunglasses, tilting his head to the side.

"Sister! You’re here too. Seems like you already know where Eddy is; why don’t you share it with me? We promised to share whatever we have, didn’t we?" He asked, taking a few steps closer to her.

Lenny suddenly appeared between them, with her arms and legs spread apart.

"Miss, you shouldn’t listen to perverts like this, especially ones with bleached hair. They tend to steal people’s money and are also fake," Lenny said.

Viola, standing behind couldn’t hold back her laughter as she listened to Lenny. She burst into laughter and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Lenny, that’s my stepbrother," he said.

"Oh. I’m sorry!" Lenny stood properly, clasping her hands together. She was so embarrassed as she lowered her head, apologising for what she said.

"It’s alright... Besides, my hair isn’t bleached. It’s natural" he winked at her.

Viola laughed again as Lenny hid like a wet cat behind her.

"You want me to share some information with you, I will. However, it’s not about Eduardo" she said, staring at him. As she expected, he wore an uninterested expression on his face. He didn’t want to know about other things apart from Eduardo.

"Hard pass. I’ll get going now" he took a few steps away from Viola and suddenly paused when Viola spoke a word.

"Your mother... Isn’t your mother, Fabio"

He heard and turned around, with a confused expression. He won’t be surprised if his father isn’t his real father but...

His mother?

"We can’t talk about this here, come with me," he said and walked back to the elevator, pushing the buttons.

Viola turned to Lenny. With a smile on her face, handed her bag to her.

"Go to the suite and wait for me. I’ll be right back before you know it" she said. Lenny nodded her head.

"I’ll continue with the receptionist and head up immediately," she said and walked back to the reception desk. The elevator dinged open and they both entered.

"You better tell me everything you figured out about my mother", he spoke, his voice already laced with annoyance and frustration.

"Sure, I won’t miss a single thing" she smirked.

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They both arrived at the penthouse and Viola shot her mouth wide open.

"Now I understand why they couldn’t let me have the penthouse because you booked it already", she frowned.

"Too bad" he took off his jacket and sunglasses. He also poured some wine into two glasses and handed one over to Viola. Viola didn’t sip from it. She just silently placed it on the table, staring at it.

She can’t trust Fabio just yet.

"Since we are here, let’s go straight to the point. I’ll tell you about your mother"

"Let’s hear it" he took a huge gulp from the cup.

"...."

And that’s how Viola started.

...

The day finally came to an end and a new day started. The day before the grand ceremony. The house was more loud than the previous days. In the mansion, there’s a hall, a hall that can accumulate over a thousand people. The same hall was bustling with activities. The decorations and cleaning and furnishings.

Even though they were busy, they didn’t stop talking about the new rumour that just spread.

It was started by the same guard who went to call Eduardo and was threatened by Marcello.

He never wanted to leak out what happened to him. He got hard, everything about Eduardo attracted him. The way Marcello grabbed his dick, fapping him, the soft moan that came out of his mouth.

He ran away after Marcello threatened to cut his dick off. Unable to hide what happened, he exaggerated the news and made it look like he caught them fucking when he wanted to call for Eduardo. He explained the kind of sounds and movements that he heard in the room. The guards from the Diabolos’ mansion didn’t believe him because the door was soundproof; there was no way such sounds would slip out of the room.

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It was the beginning of a new day and Eduardo sat on the bed, with his body aching. He had love marks and bite marks all over his body, even his neck and legs.

’How did his teeth even get there? Fuck’

He watched Marcello step out of the closet, dressed for the day. He was so handsome as if he was leaving the house for something important. He would be so happy if Marcello was leaving, even if it was for a day.

He adjusted his shirt and rearranged his hair.

He was satisfied with his look. But, he still turned to Eduardo and spread his hands around as he turned 360.

"Hey, Eddy. How do I look?" He asked.

He wore a black suit and a black shirt that was left half unbuttoned. His tattoo was visible and the huge gold necklace that hung around his neck.

His wet hair was slicked back, which was weirder than normal. He always left his hair down his face.

"Huh? Tell me, Eddy!" He said.

"You look normal", he responded, diverting his gaze elsewhere.

"Normal? Ha! What a response. I have a shoot today and I must look my best. There’s no way I’m going for a corporate look, I’d rather look like a fine gangster" he explained, but Eduardo wasn’t interested. He hasn’t been able to go out. He hasn’t even seen Mario for a long time. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on outside, behind those doors.

He felt like a princess, locked in a tower, and Marcello was the evil stepmother. Things were never like this before. He just changed immediately.