The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 35: I’ll Get A Wife!

Chapter 35: I’ll Get A Wife!

Nikolai raised his hands in mock surrender. He tilted his head, as a sly grin spread across his face. He always loves to see this angry side of Marcello.

"Relax, cuz! I was just being nosy! There’s no way I’m interested in your fuckboy!" Nikolai raised his hands even higher.

Marcello released his collar and pushed him away. Marcello took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"You better keep being nosy. I must not see you anywhere around him" he warned.

Nikolai nodded. His eyes were fixed on Marcello, wondering what was going on between him and Eduardo. He grew up with Marcello, so he already knows how obsessed he is with his things.

’How can he be so obsessed with another person after killing Carlo? How interesting! I can’t wait to meet him again... Eduardo’

Nikolai snapped out of his thoughts when the door creaked open. He looked and saw his uncle, Marcello’s father, walking out of his office.

He looked tired due to his five-hour meeting. His eyes met with his nephew and son who looked like they just had a heated argument.

"Uncle!" Nikolai greeted, with a cheerful voice.

"Did that brat hit you?" He asked Nikolai.

"Not yet. But, I feel like he’ll hit me very soon" Nikolai shrugged.

"Hmm" was the response he gave as he touched Nikolai’s head.

Marcello watched their little moments with a cold expression.

"I wonder who’s your son. You should just adopt him and disown me instead..." He spoke with an indifferent face.

"Should I?" His father asked.

"That would be the last day you breathe, Father" Marcello clenched his fist. His father burst into laughter, slamming his hand over Nikolai’s shoulder. Nikolai winced in pain and moved away from his uncle.

"So cold as always"

"Why is he living here anyway?" Marcello questioned, referring to his cousin.

"You won’t let him live with you, so I let him stay here instead. You have a problem with it?" His father folded his hands.

"I don’t care. Let’s hurry with this, I need to go home immediately" Marcello walked past his father, entering his office. His father followed him behind, leaving Nikolai and Viktor in the lounge.

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Marcello threw himself on his father’s lounge.

"I need an identity for someone" Marcello went straight to the point, not even waiting for his father to have his seat.

"Someone? You mean, your new toy?" His father queried, raising his eyebrows.

"That blabbermouth must have told you. Curse him!"

Marcello frowned. His father smirked and leaned back on his leather chair.

"It’s been more than four months since I gave you the task of getting married, Marcello. You haven’t found anyone. In that period, you had six fiancées but got rid of them," his father complained.

"They aren’t perfect, father"

"Is Eduardo perfect? You can’t marry a man, Marcy! A man can’t give birth to a child, and the Diabolo house doesn’t accept adoption," His father added, his tone laced with annoyance. Marcello groaned and slipped his fingers into his hair. This was the reason he never visited his father.

"Just give me what I want, father" he pleaded.

"I’ll give it to you alright. But, I’ll remind you that you have less than two months to find a wife. If you fail to get one within the given period, I’ll have to hand the title over to Nikolai. He’s fit to be the head anyway"

Marcello sprung up and walked towards his father’s desk. He immediately slammed his hand on it, making a loud bang.

"You’ll do no such thing, father. I’ll find a wife if that’s what you want and I’ll get married. Don’t threaten to give what’s mine to my cousin. If that happens, I’ll be the one responsible for putting you six feet underground" he turned around and walked towards the door. He paused and turned back to look at his father.

"I want his registration done immediately" he added and left the office.

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As soon as Marcello walked out of the office, he saw his cousin outside, with a grin on his face.

’Did he hear everything? This cunning bastard!’

"We’re leaving, Viktor" he walked away, ignoring his cousin. Viktor left the lounge, following him behind.

They left his father’s manor and went back home. Marcello had a furious look on his face as they drove home.

’I must become the head of the house’

"Viktor!" He called.

Viktor, who was seated on the passenger seat, turned his head to answer Marcello’s call.

"Yes, young master"

"Nikolai. That bastard has eyes on my position, doesn’t he? Also, Eduardo. I’ve been too merciful enough that he dares to want what’s mine. Should I just kill him?"

"What shall I do for you, young master?"

"Maybe it’s time I get a wife. Instead of arranging a fiancee for me, I’ll search for one myself instead" he spoke.

There was a grin on Viktor’s face. That’s what he has been waiting to hear. But it wasn’t enough. Eduardo is still in the picture.

"Will you be able to find one if you keep Eduardo close to you?" He queried.

"Eduardo isn’t a distraction. I just have to find someone who’s going to accept Eduardo because I’m never letting him go" he explained.

"Yes, young master" Viktor nodded and fixed his eyes outside the car.

’It’s a good thing I spoke to Prince Nikolai’

He thought to himself.

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Earlier, when Marcello walked into the office with his father, Viktor had the opportunity to be alone with Nikolai.

Nikolai sat on the chair, in the lounge. His expression turned cold as the fake cheerful expression vanished.

"You sent that information, didn’t you?" He asked.

Viktor, who was standing at a spot, gave a response.

"Yes"

"You want me to separate your young master from his fuckboy. What do I get in return?"

"What do you want?" Viktor asked.

"Hmph! Who knows? What if I want to be the head of the Diabolo house?" He asked. Viktor diverted his gaze and shot Nikolai a death glance.

"I’m just joking. I’ll see what I can do. It’ll be fun to take what my cousin wants the most and I can’t wait to see that happen" He grinned, rubbing his chin.