The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 109: I’ll Wait For Your Gift!

Chapter 109: I’ll Wait For Your Gift!

Marcello walked out of the bathroom, and it took two hours for him to complete his dressing and make-up. Poppy gasped loudly, staring at Marcello as he wore his stylish suit that was decorated with chains and jewellery. His hair and face were sparkling, as he looked so handsome.

"Wow, I’m so perfect with my hands. Why don’t I work on you next, Eddy!" She walked towards Eduardo.

"Too bad. He won’t be attending the party with me" Marcello said to her. Poppy froze and glanced at Marcello. She had a confused look on his face. She wanted to ask why, but she couldn’t. She just smiled and tapped Eduardo’s shoulder.

"Even if I can’t touch your pretty face today, I feel bad"

"Maybe, next time?" Eduardo asked. Poppy grinned, as her bang covered her eyes.

"Ah... Of course, next time. I pray they’ll be a next time" She turned around and went to pack her make-up box.

"Congratulations, Prince Diabolo. It’s a huge honour for me to work for you today" she grinned, excitedly.

"Sure" Marcello responded. He signalled Mario to walk her out. As she left, she glanced at Eduardo again and finally blew him a kiss.

A kiss...

Angry veins appeared at the corner of Marcello’s head.

"Hurry up, Mario" he gritted his teeth. Mario noticed the annoyance in his voice and swiftly took Poppy out of the room. Marcello walked towards Eduardo and took his hands in his.

He kissed Eduardo’s hand and placed the same hand on his face. Eduardo struggled to take back his hand, but Marcello didn’t release it.

"You’re going to ruin your pretty face" Eduardo spoke, with an indifferent look on his face.

"Do I look like I care about the pretty face? What I care about is you, Eddy. Should I just strip and spend the whole day with you in here?" He kissed his palm. Eduardo used the opportunity to take back his hand, wiping Marcello’s kiss on his clothes.

"You should leave," he said. Marcello sighed heavily and smiled, ruffling Eduardo’s hair.

"I’ll wait for your birthday gift for me, Eddy"

"Leave now... Your guests are arriving" Eduardo gently pushed him out of the room. He slammed the door lock and leaned against it.

He also sighed deeply, biting his finger. He has been thinking about what Maria said to him the last time she was here. She was going to help him meet his family, not just her... Luca also wanted to help Eduardo.

"Are they working together?" He wondered. He walked towards the balcony, stealing glances at the few guests that had arrived. Expensive cars and even choppers were in the estate.

"They look really different from me. Ha!" He grumbled and returned to the room to lie down on the bed.

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Meanwhile, Marcello was already at the hall. It was bustling with people walking about, drinking champagne, wine, and also alcohol. The stench of their perfume mixed with the aroma of the food.

Marcello felt so uncomfortable. He only met these people to threaten their lives, but today they were going to congratulate him for becoming the new Mafia Lord of House Diabolo.

A waiter handed him a glass of champagne. He took it with a smile and placed it on the table.

His goal isn’t to drink since he could get poisoned by these people. He can’t trust anyone present at this party.

"Marcy!" He heard that voice and frowned. It was Nikolai.

"Hey, Nicky" he answered with a tired voice.

"Congratulations, once again! And happy birthday!!" His voice was sure loud.

"T...thank you. You aren’t with your guest?" He asked.

"I’m going to send a car to pick him up. He’ll be here soon" he replied, the smile disappearing from his face.

"Hmm, good luck then" Marcello placed a hand on Nikolai’s shoulder before walking away.

He stared at the message on his phone and frowned again.

’She better not show up here!’

He muttered as he walked away.

Marcello finally met with his father, who was with the vice president. He introduced himself and the vice president congratulated him. The party had just started and everyone was early.

Marcello excused himself as he was uncomfortable with chatting with old men. From where he stood, he saw a red-haired person among other people. His eyes widened immediately, rushing towards him.

He shoved other people aside, wanting to grab him and send him away. As he got closer, he realised that the person wasn’t Luca. He just had red hair.

He was a bit relieved. He turned to leave and saw another red hair.

"Is that..." He mumbled.

The person turned and his face was different. Marcello covered his face with his hand, as his head was starting to ache. He just didn’t want to see Luca around because he could find his way to the room and reveal everything to Eduardo.

"You look so handsome. As expected of the host of the party"

Marcello heard Maria’s voice. She was looking dashing, with the glass of wine in her hand. Just as he thought, there was no way she would wear a dress to a party. She still had her suit on, but a little bit stylish this time.

"Happy birthday to my husband" she raised her glass.

"Thank you" his response was short and cold. A lot of eyes were on them and also, a few journalists were even there to take pictures and gather information.

The old man was pleased to see them talking at the centre of the hall. They looked like a couple.

"That slave is still in the room, isn’t he?" He whispered to Philip.

"Yes, master" Philip responded.

"To prevent anything from happening, place a guard in front of his door. Make sure no one goes in or out of that room"

"Yes, Master" Philip bowed and walked away immediately.

While Marcello and Maria continued to chat in the middle of the hall. Nikolai sent out a car to pick up Fabio from his hotel.

Luca was present at the party, however, he didn’t have his hair red. He already changed the colour to something common.

Black.

He was pretending to be a businessman as he interacted with other men, adjusting the fake glasses on his face.

He even purposely brought in more than three people with red hair to the party to confuse Marcello, and it was working.

’Once Lady Viola arrives, we’ll have to start the plan. I hope nothing ruins it’

He grumbled.

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Nikolai was smiling at the guests who were walking into the hall. He had been waiting for Fabio’s arrival, that’s until he found a familiar car parked in front of the compound.

His eyes widened as he rushed to the car. A familiar middle-aged woman stepped outside the car.

"Mother?" He called, with a shocking expression.

"Hello, son", she greeted with a huge smile on her face.

That smile was fake and Nikolai knew that. His mother came here for one reason, to make him the head of the family.

He has been avoiding his mother’s message since she has been keen on killing Marcello.

If Marcello is out of the picture, he’ll be the only one available to become the head of the family.

Nikola has no interest in becoming the head. He even told his mother, but she never wanted to listen to what he had to say.

The old man Diabolo had two brothers. One younger and one older. He was the middle child.

Just like Nikolai had no interest in becoming the head, that’s the exact thing the eldest son wanted. So, he passed the title to his second brother and it turned out to be old man Diabolo.

Nikolai’s father died few years back. His mother was expecting her son to be crowned as the next leader since he was the son of the first child of the Diabolo house.

"Don’t do this, mother", he said, trying to stop his mother.

"Have you gone crazy, Nicky? First, your father rejected it, now, you wish to do the same. I’ll make sure they give you the position since it’s rightfully yours" She grabbed her handbag even tighter and strolled towards the entrance. Nikolai followed his mother, trying to stop her.

She arrived at the entrance, handed over her invitation card and strutted into the house. Just while she was heading to the hall. It was obvious she was going to cause a ruckus, Nikolai grabbed a vase from the table close by and crashed it on his mother’s head. She fell on the floor and he sighed deeply.

The guards that were passing saw him, wondering what Nikolai was doing.

"Hey, come here and help me" he ordered them. He carried his mother to his room and cuffed her hand to the bed.

He took her phone and other things away.

"I’m sorry, Mother, but please, I don’t want any burden", he said and locked the door. He went back downstairs and Fabio arrived just in time.

He scanned the surroundings and took off his sunglasses.

"Hmm" was what escaped from his lips. Nikolai saw him and smiled broadly.

"You’re finally here, Fabio"

Nicky’s heart started to race, just by seeing Fabio.

"Yes, I am. Happy?" Fabio asked, tilting his head, playfully.

"Yes. Come in!" He said, walking Fabio into the house. Fabio raised his head and saw someone with blonde hair standing by the balcony.

’Blonde hair? Who the hell is that?’

He asked himself.