The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 117: Is This Really The Kind Prince?

Chapter 117: Is This Really The Kind Prince?

Charlotte started to shiver in fear after she started bleeding. She never thought she would get hurt by these people locked in the room with her.

However, she sensed the hatred from them the moment they walked in, but this... She didn’t expect it.

"You’re not going to throw another knife at me, are you?" She yelled.

"Look at you, no one is going to come to your aid no matter how hard you try. Mr Ivanov has abandoned you" the person playing with the knife grinned.

The others were scared to make a move at first, but after seeing the first person throwing the knife at Charlotte and there was no one coming to drag him away, they decided to join him.

They also picked up whatever they found around the dining area, something sharp, something hard, something that could cause one to bleed.

Charlotte stood there, watching them crash the dining room, breaking her favourite expensive plates, just to attack her.

She held her dress tight in her hand as she leaned on the door.

Her brother and her cousin stood by the corner, with no glimpse of expression on their faces. They weren’t there to help her at all. Even if they could, they wouldn’t be able to stop these angry people from hurting her.

"Stay away! One more step close to me and I’ll get you all arrested... Where is my phone?" She grumbled, touching her sides. She saw it on the table, which was far from where she stood.

One of the guests grabbed it, waving it at her with a grin on her face.

"You want this?" She asked.

"Yes. Hand it over, and I’ll forgive you once this door opens" She stretched her hand shamelessly.

The lady with the phone smirked and spread her fingers. The phone dropped on the floor and the screen shattered.

She raised her leg and stomped on the phone repeatedly.

"Oops! My mistake" She gasped. Charlotte bit her lower lips as her face burned with anger.

"You..."

"We have less than an hour to deal with her. Shouldn’t we make a move now?"

"You’re right... Let’s get this over with immediately" They started to move closer to her with the weapons in their hands.

She stepped back till her back hit the door.

"Stay away! You must not touch a single strand of hair on my body or I’ll kill every one of you" she gritted her teeth hard.

They ignored everything she was saying.

.

From the lobby where Antonio was, they heard Charlotte’s scream. Joseph trembled, hearing her voice.

"Don’t worry. You’re not my enemy. Just sign those papers and you’ll be free from Charlotte’s shackles. I heard she held your five-year-old daughter captive"

"Yes, sir" he nodded.

"My men found her location a few hours ago. She must be at your residence already" he looked at his wrist watch and Joseph sprung up from his seat with tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"She... My daughter is alive?"

"She is. If you want to meet her again, sign those papers"

"..."

He tightened his grip on the pen as he started signing on every one of the documents lying before him. His daughter was much more important than all of these documents. After all, she was the only one he had left. He already lost his wife in an accident, leaving their daughter behind.

After he was done, Ivanov checked them and his lips curved into a smile.

"You can leave. If I need you, we’ll meet again"

"Yes sir. I... I’ll be on my way!" He grabbed his bag and ran out. Ivan peeped at the document. His eyes widened when he saw what was written.

He thought Antonio was transferring all of Charlotte’s documents to himself, but it was all to his son’s name. His son hasn’t even appeared yet.

Eduardo Ivanov!

’The little miss claims that she has found her brother. What if he’s a fake? A DNA must be carried out before he gets accepted into the family. I’ll make sure an imposter doesn’t tarnish the family name!’

Ivan thought to himself with full determination. While they were both there, waiting for Charlotte’s little torture to finish, so they could make their final move, Antonio sat in the lobby, sipping from his cup of tea.

"Ivan, my son will be arriving tomorrow. Once he returns, the whole world must know. Should I go and accept him at the airport myself?"

"Please, avoid doing that master. Once it has been confirmed that it is really the young master, then you can do whatever you want"

"You’re careful as always. Haha!" He laughed and the smile on his face disappeared immediately. He sipped from the cup again and stared at the tea. "How many minutes are left till her torture is done?"

"Approximately forty-five minutes, master" he responded.

"Time is moving so slowly. I wonder what’s happening in there already" he smirked.

...

Back to the dining room, it has turned into a complete mess.

Blood splattered on the wall, hair scattered all over the floor as Charlotte was tied to the chair with the king tablecloth. The hair on her head was so short that it was chopped off by one of the guests. Her head was bleeding from all sides, staining the designer gown she was wearing.

Not just her head, she was bleeding all over her body. Her left eye had closed, and her right eye was swollen. Her lips were red and bruised. She couldn’t move her left leg even as she was tied to the chair.

"You all... will pay for this humiliation. I swear!" She yelled.

"She still has so much strength left to threaten us. We have so much time left. Someone should record this. We’ll need the video later"

"I’ll do it" her cousin raised her hand. They all diverted their gaze to her.

"You? Aren’t you her cousin? Don’t think we’ll listen to you if you try to plead for her life!" They pointed at her.

"I’m not here to plead for her life. She deserves whatever you’re doing to her!" She yelled.

Arthur walked closer to her with concern on his face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked and she nodded.

"Then, I won’t stop you" he patted her head like a child.

She took out her phone and pushed the red button. Charlotte saw the camera focusing on her.

"You wench! How could you even do this to your own cousin? Once I free myself from here, I won’t spare you. I won’t spare either of you!" She yelled.

Her cousin’s heart was racing, but there was nothing she could do. She held the phone and made sure to capture every angle in the video. She was doing this for her son, whom she never got to spend time with.

"These table knives aren’t doing justice to what we want to do..."

"Hey! This door is opened"

"Huh?"

They found the door to the kitchen. An excited look appeared on their faces. They walked in and returned with real knives. Something with a sharper blade. One of them even brought out a first aid kit.

They wondered what he was going to use it for, but he opened it and took out the bottles of methylated spirit.

"This should make your scream even louder"

"No! No! You all will pay for this once I get out of here!"

That’s what Charlotte thought. They continued the torture; this time, It was painful and worse. They pulled every one of her nails from her finger and poured the spirit over the wounds.

Each fresh wound and cut they created on her body was showered with the methylated spirit.

They did the same to her legs, using a lighter on her leg after the spirit. She screamed and cried as her legs burned.

It went on for over forty-five minutes till they got tired.

She no longer had the strength to threaten them. This time, she begged for her life. Tears streaming down her cheek as she asked her brother for help.

Her voice came out like a whisper that she couldn’t even hear her own voice. Her eyelids got heavy as energy drained from her body.

"Spare me, please..."

Those were the words she repeated over and over again.

"My family cried those words out but you didn’t spare them"

"That’s right... My parents were once in your shoes but they are dead. We were ordered to make sure you’re alive but I just want to pierce this knife in your chest"

"Don’t kill me. I... I have to watch my son become the head..." She paused and coughed loudly as her head drooped to the side as if she was unconscious. She thought if she pretended to faint, they’d stop torturing her.

"Should we just end her life?"

"But Mr Ivanov’s order. We can’t do that. He allowed us to exact our revenge. That’s enough. Though, it’s not enough to contain my anger. Until that woman is dead, my parents’ soul won’t rest in peace"

They all agreed.

The door creaked open. They dropped the weapons they were holding, but they weren’t able to hide the traces of blood that was on the floor and also, the walls.

They were expecting Antonio to enter, but it was someone else. He was quite popular, so they knew who he was.

"Prince Fabio?"

"What is he doing here?"

"We are torturing his mother, you dimwit!"

"Ah! Is he going to get his revenge on us?"

"There’s no way he’ll do that. I heard he’s as kind as a ray of sunshine"

They whispered amongst each other.

Fabio just stood there, staring at Charlotte who was tied to the chair.

"Why did you stop?" He asked.

Charlotte heard Fabio’s voice and immediately raised her head up as energy from nowhere surged through her veins.

"Fabio, my son! You’re finally back to help your mother! You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for your rescue..." She cried.

Jackie’s eyes widened as she lowered the phone in her hand. She looked at Fabio, with tears at the corner of her eyes.

’Is that person my son?’

With an indifferent look on his face, Fabio asked again.

"Why did you stop the torture? Go on! I want to witness it in person" he grinned.

They all froze, wearing shocking expressions on their faces.

’Is this really the kind Prince?’

They all wondered.