The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 67: The Dinner! 2

Chapter 67: The Dinner! 2

The Ivanovs were seated at the dining table, having their dinner silently. While they all ate, Mr Ivanov had his eyes fixed on them. He hasn’t been able to see them for a long time, especially Viola.

Viola was uncomfortable with the stares, that she dropped her fork and wiped her mouth with the napkin. It wasn’t just her father who was staring at her, Fabio also couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her stepmother kept glaring at her, hoping that she would leave as soon as possible.

She suddenly cleared her throat and touched her husband’s hand.

"Darling, you didn’t tell me you were going to call for dinner. I never had enough time to prepare for it" She let out a fake laugh. As if he were uncomfortable, he slipped his hand from his wife’s touch and also let out a fake laugh.

"You don’t need to know everything I know. Just as you have secrets, I also have secrets" he said. Her face immediately turned cold as she looked away.

"Welcome back home, Viola. It’s been a while"

"This is not my home, Mr Ivanov" she gave a cold response.

"Hmm, I know you’re still upset about your brother’s death. I apologise that there was nothing I could do about it that day" his voice was low. Viola turned her face away, hiding her anger. Even if there was something he could do, he was too lazy to do it.

Then, he was so much in love with his new wife that he gave her everything she wanted, even his time and attention that were for Eduardo and Viola.

She remembered a time when she was hurt and she went to tell her father about it. Her knee was bleeding profusely after she fell in the garden.

However, her father was with his new wife. After reporting to him, he ignored her and asked her to meet the butler instead because her stepmother was busy with him.

’That witch stole everything from me. First, my mother’s position, my father and finally, my brother. I’m sure she’s after my life. That’s why I decided to leave this hellish place!’

"Viola, how about taking the position of the head?"

Her father’s question snapped her back to reality, and she turned her attention to the old man. The person with a more shocking expression was his wife, Catherine. She slammed her hand on the table and jerked off her seat. The chair fell off, breaking the silence on the dining table.

"What the actual fuck? You’re going to give your title to this girl?" She yelled.

"Catherine! That’s enough. Have your seat!"

"Darling, this must be a prank, right? That title is supposed to belong to Fabio. It belongs to him!"

"You’re wrong, Cat. It was supposed to be meant for Eduardo. Since he’s gone, his twin sister will take up the title" He explained calmly.

Catherine shook her head. She doesn’t want to believe it at all. She grabbed her hair and screamed, smashing the plates to the ground.

She paused and looked at Fabio who had an uninterested look on his face. His attention was still on Viola. Of course, from the start, he never wanted to be the mafia head. He knew it belonged to Eduardo. He even promised Eduardo then that once he becomes the head, he’ll be his right-hand man. He just wants to be close to Eduardo and make sure no one gets close to him.

All this time, his mother has been the one forcing everything on him.

"Fabio, say something to your father. You can’t sit and watch him hand over what belongs to you to someone else" she staggered towards her son.

Fabio exhaled deeply.

"I don’t care if you hand it over to Viola. If she becomes the head of the family, I’ll welcome her back with open arms"

Their father was impressed. He smiled and turned to Viola.

"Don’t worry about marrying anyone. Once you become the head, you can marry whoever you wish to marry. The ceremony could be fixed at whatever time you want..."

"No", Viola’s words penetrate their ears.

"What do you mean by ’no’, Viola?" Her father furrowed his eyebrows.

"I’m not going to accept this position. Firstly, I’ve removed my name from this family. I’m now Viola Hill, not Viola Ivanov. Secondly, I can’t take what is supposed to have belonged to my brother. It’ll only make me feel guilty, and lastly, if that position is going to make me come back here, it’s better you hand it to someone else or, better still, dissolve the Ivanov family," she said.

"How dare you say that? You’re my daughter, Viola!" Her father yelled. He started coughing. The butler rushed to help him, giving him some water.

"Please, take it easy master. You can’t tell that way. It’s harmful to your health," he said, but he kept on coughing. The water wasn’t enough to stop him.

"I’m afraid, we’ll have to call off this dinner. The master is not well at the moment," the butler said and walked him out of the dining room.

Before he left, he pointed at Viola.

"We’ll continue this discussion later. Don’t you dare leave..the house" he coughed and finally left.

The room was silent for a few seconds before a loud bang was heard. Viola turned her gaze from the door to the scene in front of her. Catherine slapped Fabio hard on the cheek.

Fabio didn’t flinch. The spot where his mother slapped him turned red.

"How stupid can you be? I’ve been arranging all of this for you for so many years but you wish to ruin my hard work. How could you, Fabio?" She grabbed his shirt.

Viola, disgusted by the sight, got ready to leave the room. Catherine saw that she was leaving. She let go of her son and rushed to Viola.

"You’ve gotten what you wanted, huh?" She grinned.

Viola stood, glaring at the woman in front of her. Viola has never seen this side of her before. She always acts elegant and calm, especially when their father is around. However, every one of her behaviours was fake.

"You are not in your right mind, Catherine" Viola folded her hands.

"Catherine? How dare you call my name with those filthy lips of yours? I’ll have to beat some respect into you" She raised her hand to also hit Viola, but someone stopped her from behind.

"Fa... Fabio? Let go of my hand this instant!" Catherine gritted her teeth angrily.

"You can hit me all you like and you can torture me all you want. But, if you touch a strand of hair on Viola’s body, I won’t hesitate to kill you, Mother," he growled, tightening his grip around his mother’s wrist.