The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 144: Eduardo Ivanov’s Ceremony!

Chapter 144: Eduardo Ivanov’s Ceremony!

Night came and everyone went to bed. Eduardo was busy pretending to be looking for something in his room while he searched for the hidden camera that Fabio had placed around. It won’t be easy to get rid of them, since he was sure Fabio was staring at him at that time. He just felt so uncomfortable, knowing that he was being watched twenty-four hours every day.

He hated it.

The door opened and David walked in. He was already back to normal.

"Are you alright now?" He asked, trying to be careful of what he said.

"Yes, I’m fine thanks to you, young master. I’ll do as you want me to do" he said.

"Sure, after my speech tomorrow, you should walk up to her and tell her what you want. It’ll be good that you’re with my sister. I’ll know she’s in safe hands"

"Yes, young master. I’ll do as you want" David said.

Eduardo smiled back at him. He suddenly walked closer and pulled David into a hug. David’s face started to flush red again. He never expected to be hugged by Eduardo.

"You’re my guard, so don’t hesitate to ask me for anything," he said.

"Yes... Young master" he hesitated.

Eduardo broke the hug and tapped his shoulder. David was so moved by his kindness. He had a lot of things to ask but, first...

"Are you searching for something, young master?"

"I’ve found what I’m looking for" he lied. He’s sure he won’t be able to find the cameras himself. He’ll need help with that later, but that’s when he finds someone he can fully trust.

"You should head to bed. You have a big day tomorrow"

"Of course, it’s the ceremony" Eduardo sighed and lay on the bed like a child.

As David helped him with the duvet, he brought himself to ask.

"Permit me to ask, young master. But, what’s your relationship with the Mafia, Marcello Diabolo?"

Eduardo stared at the ceiling. He suddenly realised that tomorrow would make it a whole month since he left the Diabolo mansion.

"I was his lover and personal guard" he explained.

"Was?" David asked.

"Of course, I’m not seeing him again. I thought you’d be disgusted to know my sexual orientation" he raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, I’m not. I’m fully in support of whatever you pick" David shook his head as he waved his hand shyly. He also couldn’t tell that he was gay. No, he had just turned gay.

Eduardo laughed.

"You’re just like a child. You should head out now. See you tomorrow" he waved.

"Good night, young master," he said and left the room.

Eduardo, who was trying to sleep, couldn’t sleep. He was thinking deeply about Marcello. He even took his phone and checked his profile. Since a month ago, he hadn’t uploaded anything on his page.

"He wouldn’t come tomorrow, would he?" He asked.

’I pray he comes!’

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Finally!!!

It was the day everyone in the country had been waiting for. Eduardo Ivanov’s ceremony. It was more like a coronation ceremony since he was the Prince of Russia and, of course, Antonio was the king.

It was 5am when a guest sneakily entered the mansion where Marcello and the others were. It was a man, cross-dressing as a woman. He wore tight shining pants, with a crop top and a jacket. His hair was tied into two ponytails, and his make-up was ugly proof that he was a man. His chest was flat also.

"Hi!!!" His voice was loud enough to wake Marcello up without an alarm. Everyone woke up to see who was so noisy outside. They saw him at the entrance with Nikolai.

"Fuck! You already woke everyone up! I told you to be quiet" Nikolai slapped his forehead.

"Oh, was I too loud?" He faked a gasp, still asking with his loud voice.

Nikolai shook his head, looking up to see the others.

"Haha! This is Collin, my college friend and also a master of disguise," he introduced.

The guest brushed past Nikolai, heading upstairs in an instant. He stood in front of Marcello and took his hands.

"Oh. My. Gosh! You must be Marcello, the one I’ll be working on today. It’s nice to meet you in person. My name is Nattasha, with a double ’T’" he snapped his fingers and bowed.

Marcello slipped his hand from Collins, no, Nattasha’s hand. He was uncomfortable being around him.

Marcello looked down to stare at his cousin. Nikolai already looked away.

"Shall we start now? It takes five to ten hours to do a full makeover," he said, heading into the hallway, not even knowing where he was going.

"I’ll get some breakfast before you start" Maria touched Marcello’s shoulders and he just nodded.

She was happy to see Marcello not avoiding her.

"I guess it’s not that bad" she blushed.

Marcello walked Nattasha to his room and they began.

Marcello looked through his tablet, searching for an identity that could fit him.

"I want to change everything. My hair, eyes, jawline and also cover up my tattoo"

"Okay, okay! I get it, handsome. What colour of hair do you want? Pink, blue..."

"No, light brown"

"I see, what about the eyes?"

"Blue is fine" he replied, remembering Eduardo’s eyes.

"Okay. I have the perfect thing for you. Why don’t you take a quick shower and get back here?" He said. Marcello started taking off his shirt. He felt his gaze over his body.

"If you want, I could help you" Nattasha winked.

Eduardo immediately left into the bathroom, without taking off his clothes.

’Are all Russians like this?’

He wondered.

After a few minutes, he was out. Then it started. They began by covering up the tattoos on his hand to his neck. His hair was tinted to another colour and styled handsomely. He wore dark blue contact lenses, to hide his dark eyes.

Nattasha began his make-up, wearing fake skin on his face and neck, to change his jawline. He also took off his earrings. His sharp jawline was replaced with something else that made him look like he was over 40. Though he still looked so handsome, the make-up made him have wrinkles all over his face. He wore his dark wine suit, which wasn’t his type of dressing and concluded with a pair of glasses.

Everything was completed after five hours. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t look anything like Marcello Diabolo.

"How is it? You feel comfortable, huh?" Nattasha asked.

"Yes, it’s good" Marcello complimented. He was telling the truth. He felt no disturbance in whatever was on his body.

Marcello admired his twenty-four-hour new identity.

"With this, Eduardo won’t even recognise me" he smiled.