The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 121: The Prince’s Return! 2

Chapter 121: The Prince’s Return! 2

It took ten minutes for Viola to be able to escape from the crowd. She found her way outside where Fabio led her into another car with Lenny. She sighed deeply and took off her sunglasses.

"Why are there even more here than in the States?" She grumbled.

"This is your birth country, miss" Lenny reminded her. She couldn’t agree less and the car started to move. It took her ten seconds to realise that Eduardo wasn’t in the car with her.

She sat up and looked behind and also in front. There were cars following them and they were also following a car.

"Where is my brother?" she asked.

"Uh, Fabio led him into that car" she pointed at the one in front.

"Fuck! That bastard. He took my brother away when I wasn’t watching. What the hell is he even doing here?" She frowned, clenching her fist.

Lenny tilted her head, not understanding what was going on.

But, she just looked outside the window, admiring the scenery. It was her first time in Russia and the first place she had to visit was the estate owned by the Mafia Lord of Russia.

’Can this life get any better?’

She smiled.

.

Eduardo, who was in the other car was silent. He was also looking outside the window, not saying a word to the driver and the other two in the car.

He could feel Fabio boring a hole into his body with his hard glares. The car was cold, thanks to the air conditioner, he kept the blanket over his body.

"How many minutes drive is this going to be?" He asked. Everyone turned immediately to him after hearing his voice. It sounded so cool and pleasing to the ear.

"Probably half an hour" Fabio gave a quick response. Eduardo heard his answer and continued to look out the window. He caught David staring at him through the mirror and furrowed his eyebrows when he suddenly turned away.

"If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me,", he said.

"...okay" he hesitated before answering. The car became quiet again, and after half an hour, the cars drove into the estate and pulled over in front of the main building. Viola rushed out, not waiting for the men to open the door for her. She walked to her brother and stood in front of him, blocking him off from Fabio.

"What are you up to?" She asked.

"Nothing. I’m only doing my job" he answered, with a polite smile on his face.

"Fuck that. You could sell water to a drowning man with those lies, but you can’t fool me"

"Vivi"

She heard her father’s voice and diverted her gaze to the main entrance where her father stood with Ivan behind. He wasn’t with a wheelchair or walking stick. Before she left for Italy, he looked like he was going to die tomorrow, and she confused him for an old man since he was so weak.

But, he’s not even up sixty and he looked so young.

"Father?" She called, just to make sure it was her father.

"You’re finally back. I’m glad! Shall we go in?" He asked.

"Yes but..." She paused and stepped away from Eduardo, who was still holding his blanket like a child.

Antonio saw his blonde hair peeking through the blanket and his eyes widened in shock. Eduardo had been stunned from the moment the car drove into the estate. All he could do was mouth a wow.

The Ivanov estate was way bigger than the Diabolos. He had yet to step in, but the exterior alone was enough to convince him.

The way the servants and guards were silent and well-mannered, it was as if they were trained on how to properly do their job.

His claimed father even stepped out, looking like an ordinary man. He was wearing a black leather palm, a long brown pant and a white unbuttoned shirt. But everything he was wearing cost more than half a million.

His hair was half slicked back, and the other side fell across his face. He was stunned by his father’s appearance. He was indeed handsome and different from what Viola said to him.

"You might not be able to see Father since he’s lying on his deathbed. Don’t forget"

He recollected her words but the person in front of him seemed healthy to him.

He let out a sigh and pulled the blanket from his body, looking nervous. He was surrounded by strangers.

"I see. My son looks just like his mother. Welcome home, son" his father said, with a smile.

Eduardo didn’t know what to feel since he wasn’t the actual son. But he felt a sensation in his chest, making him remember his own parents before they were killed.

"Thank you... Father" he mumbled.

"Why stand outside? Come in" he raised his hand.

They walked in, and Fabio signalled David, together with a few guards, to follow them in.

They got into the house and were led to the living room.

Eduardo looked around and was surprised by the interior design. It looked simple but elegant and expensive. Every single piece in the house was premium-made.

He sat close to Viola and Fabio stood behind him. He was wondering why was that. He was already aware that Fabio was popular in the country. He was known as the Prince of Russia. He was kind and sweet and everything was claimed to be on the internet. But Viola told him not to trust the rumour and stay away from him.

"Father, what’s going on?"

"What are you talking about Vivi?" He asked. She shut her eyes, holding herself back from yelling at her father not to call her that in front of the butler and guards.

"Where is she? And why is... He still here?" She pointed at Fabio.

"Ah! She won’t be bothering us anymore. And Fabio is now Eduardo’s right-hand man," he answered, with a smile.

Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows. He wanted to decline, but he didn’t know if he was in any position to do so. Even if he was the heir, he still felt like a total outsider.

"Why?! Why does it have to be him?" Viola yelled and he was pleased. If he’s unable to say anything, Viola is there to help him.

"Everything has been handled by Fabio from the beginning. Isn’t it right for him to pass everything to Eduardo himself?" He asked, trying not to make Viola upset. He knew how much she hated Fabio, but, he never knew it was up to this extent.

She sighed deeply and slipped her fingers into her long hair.

"If that’s the case, I’ll also help my brother till he becomes capable of doing everything himself. When that time comes, you’ll throw him out of the house" she pointed at Fabio.

"That’s not possible. I’d rather adopt him as a son"

"That’s even worse! Argh! Father!!!! I’m leaving!" She yelled and rushed upstairs. Eduardo folded his lips into a thin line as he watched Viola disappear.

He was tensed up already as he exchanged glances with his father.

"Eddy" he called.

"Yes, sir", he answered. Antonio sprung up from his seat and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.

"News of your arrival will start to spread. I hope you’ll keep Fabio by your side in the meantime. That way you’ll be protected and also learn a few things. I won’t ask you to try and recollect your forgotten memories since they are filled with bad things you should forget, but I hope you’ll begin your new life without any trouble. This is your home, feel free to do whatever you want"

His father gave him a long speech, but they were assuring. His chest felt warm as he lowered his head.

"Yes, father," he said.

"We’ll meet during dinner. Have some rest" he tapped his shoulder and left. Ivan remained there till Eduardo raised his head to look at him.

"The family doctor will be here anytime soon for some test. We must make sure you’re fully healthy and..."

"...to confirm if I’m really an Ivanov" Eduardo concluded.

Ivan smirked.

"I’m glad you’re smart. I won’t accept you till the test results are out. If you’re an imposter, I’ll deal with you myself"

"What if I’m not?" Eduardo asked.

"Then, I’ll apologise with my forehead on the ground," he said and stormed out of the living room.

Eduardo sighed deeply. Fabio smirked, enjoying the drama.

"If you’re tired, I’ll lead you to your bedroom," he said.

"You don’t have to. Let something else do that" Eduardo wasn’t comfortable with Fabio and it was obvious. That’s why he arranged for someone else.

"Sure. David, please... Lead the young master to his room"

"Yes sir!" He said and turned to Eduardo. "This way, young master"

Eduardo took one last glance at Fabio before walking away with David.

He reached the third floor and stood in front of a huge double door.

David pushed the door open for him and walked with him inside. It was as huge as Marcello’s room and newly renovated. He could still perceive the fresh scent of the furniture and other things in the room.

"Is this my room?" He asked.

"..."

There was no response from David. He was quiet, as he leaned against the wall. Eduardo turned to meet his eyes but there was no glimpse of interest in his eyes. Eduardo didn’t know what his problem was. He did the same thing in the car.

’He isn’t a weirdo, right?’

Eduardo chose not to bother him anymore. He dropped the blanket he was holding and started plucking the button on his shirt when someone grabbed his wrist.

"You..." David glared at him. His face was reddened with anger. "I don’t care if you’re the young master. But never strip in front of me" he warned.

Eduardo watched him leave the room and slam the door close. He froze at the spot.

"Who the hell was that?" He frowned.