The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 91: New Madam Diabolo!

Chapter 91: New Madam Diabolo!

Morning came in the blink of an eye...

As sunlight peeked through the curtains into Eduardo’s room, Marcello’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked repeatedly before struggling to sit up. He felt a grip around his body and something inside him.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he tried to move before realising Eduardo’s dick was still buried inside him. He gritted his teeth and crawled away from Eduardo till his erection slipped out of Marcello.

"How can he sleep so peacefully?" He muttered, feeling something dripping down his thighs. It was Eduardo’s cum.

’Fuck!’

He turned his face and saw Eduardo was already awake. He sat up, yawning.

"Good morning, young master" he stretched his hands above his head, looking effortlessly handsome.

Marcello clenched his fist, holding himself from doing whatever he wanted to do.

"Why did you sleep with your thing inside me?"

"Oh! I couldn’t let the cum stain the bed as you were asleep... So..."

"That’s enough" Marcello cut him off, exhaling sharply. "I understand why I can’t feel my legs. I’m the fool for letting you do whatever you want. Congratulations, you have taken my title as the sex god"

"I don’t want it" Eduardo sprung up from the bed, picking his briefs. He wore it and walked to the window, spreading the curtains.

"It’s morning, shouldn’t you go to your room, young master?" Eduardo leaned on the glass window, staring outside.

"It’s not like I have anything to do today. I’ll just remain here with you" He smirked.

Eduardo diverted his gaze to Marcello as he sat naked on the bed. If he remains in this room, the guards will start to spread another rumour; it’s not like there wasn’t any rumour in the first place.

"I’ll take a shower then" Eduardo announced, walking into the bathroom.

Marcello waved his hand lazily, watching Eduardo enter the bathroom. A smile blossomed on his face as he watched Eduardo leave.

But, he heard something vibrating under the pillow.

"Huh?" He slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled out Eduardo’s phone. He saw the message that entered the phone, and his eyes widened in shock. He clenched his teeth, holding himself from smashing the phone.

’How the hell did they meet?’

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While Marcello was in Eduardo’s room, his father arrived at his manor. But, he wasn’t alone. He was with Maria. The old man let out a chuckle as he looked around the house.

"This is my son’s manor. It’s also your future home. How do you see it?" He asked Maria. Maria’s eyes scanned the whole property.

"It’s pleasing to the eye", she responded, and he burst into laughter.

"Of course, it is. Shall we go in?" He said. Maria nodded. She signalled her men to remain outside as she went in with Marcello’s father.

Even as she was acting calm and strong, deep down, she was scared to be in front of him. He was different from Marcello.

The kind of relationship Maria had with Marcello isn’t something she has with his father. She had never been alone with him for more than thirty minutes, but they took a two-hour ride alone together.

She kept trembling in fear, praying she wouldn’t do anything to make him upset.

’I guess I pass. I’m the perfect daughter-in-law’

Maria was proud of herself.

They reached the entrance and entered. The guards and butlers who were bustling about froze at the sight of Marcello’s father.

"What is he doing here?"

"No one knew he was coming"

"Who is that with him?"

"The new lady of the house?"

"That’s not the issue. Where is the young master?"

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"I see. My son has been taking care of his properties" he nodded his head as he walked deeper into the house. The guards gathered at one corner, with their heads bowed. One of the older butlers walked towards the old man and Maria.

"Welcome, master!" "Greetings to you, Miss"

"Miss? She’s officially the madam of the house!" The old man yelled. The butler flinched in fear and lowered his head.

"My apologies, master!" "Welcome, madam"

The old man nodded his head, satisfied.

He looked around, wondering when his son was going to appear.

"Mario!" The master called his name. He was hiding in between the guards so he won’t get caught but the old man caught him.

He reluctantly stepped out, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, master. Greetings to you!" He said.

"Where is that brat?" He asked.

"Erm..." Mario averted his gaze, not knowing what to say. There’s no way he can tell him that he’s in Eduardo’s room.

"You haven’t lost your tongue yet, have you?" The old man asked.

"I’m sorry, sir. I have no idea where he is" he lowered his head.

"I see. I’ll head to his room, then. Take me there" he said.

The guards tensed up as they exchanged glances with each other. They knew there was no way he’d find his son in his room.

The old man looked at Maria.

"Make yourself comfortable, you’ll be taken to the mistress’ room soon"

"I understand" Maria tucked her hair behind her ear before walking towards one of the couches. She sat on it and let out a sigh. She looked at the guards who couldn’t take their eyes off her.

’Just as I thought, that Eduardo wasn’t here’

The old man headed up the stairs, with Mario. Maria kept trembling in fear, looking behind every five seconds.

"Hurry up, Mario. I can’t keep my daughter-in-law waiting"

"Y... Yes sir!" He responded. After reaching the second floor, he stopped in front of Marcello’s room.

"Go on. Open it" the old man said.

"Ah! Yes sir"

Mario’s hand trembled as he reached for the door handle.

He tried to look at the old man behind, who was waiting to see his son. Maria started to wonder what would happen if he opened the door and Marcello wasn’t inside his room.

He remembered that he came to look for Marcello last night and also early in the morning. There was no movement in the room. That was enough for him to conclude that Marcello spent the night in the room close to his, which is Eduardo’s room.

He can’t bring himself to say that in front of this old man.

"Mario! Is the door locked?"

"Uhm..." He stuttered.

The old man shocked him aside and reached for the door handle. They froze when they heard a door creaking open.