The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 108: The Day Of The Grand Ceremony!

Chapter 108: The Day Of The Grand Ceremony!

On the night before the ceremony, Marcello went for a little walk around the house with his father. The old man Diabolo arrived at the mansion to make sure everything went well during the ceremony tomorrow. He even called his son to take a stroll around the manor to check for any problems.

And also, to give a few warnings.

"The hall is great! I hope tomorrow’s grand ceremony lives up to the Diabolos’ name" he said, taking a huge draw from his cigarette.

Marcello remained silent. He wasn’t interested in the walk around the hall. He just wanted to be with Eduardo.

"I better sleep early to wake up early, Father. I’ll be going to my room now" he said and turned to leave.

"That slave..." His father’s voice forced him to stop. He froze at the spot, waiting for his father to continue. "I heard he isn’t showing up at tomorrow’s ceremony. You made a great choice"

"What do you mean, father?" He asked, finally turning to meet his father’s eyes.

"The vice president will be present tomorrow since the president has another appointment. A few important people will be at the ceremony tomorrow. Don’t you dare ruin our family’s reputation and honour, Marcello" he warned.

Marcello slipped his two hands into his pocket, with a smirk on his face.

"You know, I never asked for this. The party, the celebration and everything. I’d rather just have some cake with Eduardo in my room" he shrugged.

"Too bad you won’t have time to do that tomorrow. While the party is going on tomorrow, make sure you socialise with a few people. Even Viola Hill will be present. We can finally expand our business in the States if you can have a discussion with her"

"Whatever, father. I’ll do whatever I want. If that’s all, goodnight" he said and walked out of the hall, with his hands still in his pockets. The old man watched him leave till he was out of sight.

Philip walked towards him and bowed his head.

"You should retire for the night, master," he said.

"Ah! Master? From tomorrow that’ll be my son’s title. He grew up so fast" he said, with a pleased look on his face. He walked out of the hall, with Philip behind him.

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Marcello, on the other hand, headed upstairs. While walking towards his door, he saw someone outside, waiting for him. At first, he thought it was Eduardo, but it turned out to be Maria.

She was wearing a red night dress, with a short. A huge white silky robe was around her body. She leaned on the wall, tapping her arm as she waited for Marcello.

Maria heard his footsteps and took her body off the wall. She walked towards him, with her hands folded.

"I’ve been waiting for you," she said.

"No one sent you to" he responded, brushing past her.

She followed behind and stopped in front of the door, so he wouldn’t go in.

"Marcello, let’s have a chat"

"I’m busy" he replied, immediately.

She grabbed his shoulder, having a serious look on her face. There was no glimpse of emotion on Marcello’s face. All he wanted was to go to his room and lay with Eduardo.

"Just five minutes. All I want to talk about is us" she said.

He sighed deeply, looking at her face. He was so tired and needed ten hours of sleep, but it was impossible.

"What do you want?" He queried.

"It’s your birthday in a few hours and... You’ll finally be the head of the family after so long. Congratulations. However, I’m still your wife. In public or in private. You can be with your Eddy all you want in private, however, so as not to damage your reputation, you’ll have to be with me in public"

"Are you saying this just to get my attention?" He smirked.

"Yes," she replied, shamelessly.

He immediately burst into laughter and folded his lips to stop himself.

"What’s your point exactly?"

"You’ll have to get me pregnant to get your heir. When are you going to make a move on me?" She asked.

Marcello rubbed his chin. He remembered that it was in the contract they signed. He clicked his tongue and stared at her.

"Let’s talk about it after the ceremony," he said, wanting to reach for the door handle. She stopped him, reaching for his hand before he opened the door.

"And also, anything that happens tomorrow at the ceremony, just know that I’m always on your side. I’ll kill anyone you want me to. So, be ready to use me however you wish since I’m your wife" She let go of his hand and walked into her room, slamming the door.

She had said all of that with a straight face, but deep down, her heart couldn’t stop racing. She leaned against the door, covering her mouth in shock. She was even surprised by what she just said to him.

Her cheek was flushed red. She remembered touching his hand and speaking to him.

"Fuck! Why am I so embarrassed? Killing men is better than confessing to him" she grumbled, resting her head on her knees.

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Marcello, who had forgotten everything Maria said to him, finally walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He was so tired that he didn’t go take a shower. He headed straight for bed, where Eduardo was.

Eduardo was asleep, his shirt unbuttoned. He couldn’t cover the marks on his body. Marcello trailed his fingers on his body and he flinched, turning his head to the other side, not still waking up.

A smirk appeared on his face.

"He’s sensitive as always," he said, slowly sleeping close to Eduardo. He even wrapped his hands around Eduardo, leaning his head on his broad chest.

"Ah! This is better. I wish tomorrow doesn’t come"

He wished.

However, it came.

The morning was bustling with activities at 8am already. Eduardo woke up hearing a loud knock on the door. He sat up, yawning and blinking his eyes repeatedly.

Marcello was sleeping close to him, without taking off his shoes.

The knock came again, even louder.

"Ah, shit! Who’s that fool trying to break down the door..." He walked towards the door and opened it.

He saw Marcello’s father, with Mario and Philip. There was even a strange lady behind.

’Thank goodness the room is soundproof. They didn’t hear me call them fools, did they?’

He wondered.

He was immediately shoved aside by the old man Diabolo as he forced himself into the room. He saw his son asleep, with the same clothes he wore last night.

"Mario, handle this place. The guests will start arriving once it’s noon. Some could even arrive now, so let’s make sure everything goes well"

"Yes sir!" Mario responded. The old man turned to Eduardo, seeing the red marks on his body. Eduardo noticed his stares and pinned his shirt together, looking away from them.

"If you need any servant to assist you, there’s one here. Do as you wish with him" he said and walked away with Philip.

The room became oddly silent till the weird lady that entered the lady, rushed towards Eduardo.

"You must be his personal guard. Who knew you were more handsome in person?" She shrieked, covering her face.

Eduardo stared at her, wondering who she was. She was holding his hands in hers. He raised his head and looked at Mario, who also couldn’t tell what was going on.

It was weird for him to be around women since he had been living in a house filled with men.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Ah! Just call me Poppy; I’m a famous make-up artist," she smiled, introducing herself. She still didn’t let go of Eduardo’s hand.

"I see..." He was uncertain of what to say.

"I saw your profile. I’m a huge fan of yours. Your beauty captivated me; I couldn’t help but hit the follow button," she squealed happily.

"I see. Thank you" he responded.

"But you didn’t follow me", she pouted her lips childishly.

Eduardo couldn’t tell her he was not allowed to speak to girls or even his gender. He had also lost his phone.

"I lost my phone" he responded.

"I see. Then, can I get you a new phone?"

She asked, her eyes begging him to say yes.

Someone from nowhere came and broke their contact. She winced in pain, staring at the back of her palm that has already turned red.

"Who the hell are you? A fucking pervert?" Marcello asked, with a huge frown on his face. He couldn’t believe the first thing he saw after opening his eyes was another woman touching Eduardo. A lot of thoughts entered his head.

’Was she secretly sent by that red-haired lizard? What if he tries to take Eduardo away from me today? I must make sure he doesn’t find his way into his party’

He clenched his fist, with his face filled with determination.

"Good morning, boss. The master asks that you start getting ready. She’s just going to help you with the dressing and makeup"

"Whatever. She should keep her filthy hands to herself" he rolled his eyes and touched Eduardo’s cheek. "I’ll go take a shower. Remain here and stay away from that perverted lady"

Eduardo tried to hide the annoyance in his voice as he responded with a short hmm.

He was being treated like a slave and a child in front of Mario and the weird girl who claimed to be his fan.

He walked towards the bed and sat on it, slipping his fingers through his hair.

The rays of the sunlight shone on him where he was seated.

Poppy and Mario swallowed the emptiness in their mouth, watching how effortlessly handsome he was. He’s so dreamy and shining.

"Seeing him close makes him even more handsome..." She mumbled, blinking her eyes repeatedly.

"I know right..." Mario replied, unconsciously.

Poppy immediately took out her phone and sent a quick message.

-Infiltration into the Diabolo house. Success!

She smirked and slipped the phone back into her pocket.