The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 111: A Lifetime Choice!

It took a few seconds for Eduardo to realise that the man in front of him was Luca. He was still wondering why he had gotten rid of his red hair and also, why he was being nice all of a sudden.

Eduardo snapped out of his thoughts and imdiately looked around. There was supposed to be a guard by the door but he was nowhere to be found.

"I’m not choosing to go ho with you. So, you should give up and leave" he frowned.

"Are you sure? Your sister is waiting for you" Luca grinned. Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.

Sister?

He didn’t know Eduardo had a sister. No, he didn’t just know anything about Eduardo. When he found himself in this body, he didn’t get to see Eduardo’s mories. The only conclusion was that Eduardo was a slave since he was being treated as one.

However, he was still surprised that he had a family and a sister.

’It would be weird for to avoid eting Eduardo’s family mbers. losing my mory is already enough to avoid getting suspected. But, how would I even leave without telling Marcello anything?’

He rubbed his chin.

"Your sister will be sad to find out that you’re refusing to et her, Eddy. She has been looking everywhere for you, just like your father" Luca crossed his arms as Eduardo raised an eyebrow.

He also had a father.

Luca saw the expression on his face. It wasn’t easy to convince Eduardo to follow them, just because of Marcello. He doesn’t know anything about the master of House Ivanov, but he could lie a bit about him, just to bring Eduardo back.

Luca gave Poppy a little nudge. She raised an eyebrow, looking confused.

"Say sothing to convince him" he winked.

"I have no idea what to say to him. I don’t know anything about him. He’s just cute and handso; that’s all I care about," she whispered back.

"Tsk! What a waste" he mumbled and diverted his gaze back to Eduardo. He still had a thinking look on his face. "Are you thinking about him? Your master?"

"What does he have to do with this? It’s my choice to decide if to co with you or not. What if you’re lying? What if it’s just a trap? How do I believe my family is real?" Eduardo asked.

Luca ran his fingers into his hair and gave a loud sigh. He slipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone.

"Here you go", he forced the phone into Eduardo’s hand.

"What is this for?" He asked, staring at the phone in Luca’s hand.

"The passcode is Bitch, with a capital letter B. Listen to the third recording in it. Then, you can decide. If you’re ready for to take you to your family, then I’ll be waiting outside. anwhile, you have just one hour to make a choice. The choice that could change your life forever. Think well" He waved his hand and walked away imdiately. Poppy also waved and followed Luca behind.

Eduardo stared at the phone one more ti before entering the room. He placed the phone on the bed, thinking of what to do.

Just like Luca said, the choice he’ll now make is what could change his life forever.

He wanted to stay with Marcello since they’d resolved their differences. But, if he does, he’ll remain a slave forever here. Till he dies?

As Marcello is obsessed with him, will he ever be able to get married and create his own family?

On the other hand, if he leaves to be with his claid family, he could start up anything to make a na for himself. Even if not as Carlo Morano, he’ll be able to beco Eduardo Rizo or whatever his surna is.

He sighed deeply, glaring at the phone.

"Should I listen to that?" He mumbled under his breath.

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The hall returned to being calm as the security guards managed to drive a few people away from Viola. She felt so relieved as she elegantly tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Thanks for that," she said to Marcello. Marcello nodded his head, with a business smile.

"It’s fine. I was just doing what I should, as the host. Besides, I heard about your booming business in the States. Congratulations on achieving that at such a young age" he raised his glass, even if he wasn’t going to drink what was in it.

Viola also wore the sa business smile, with another glass in her hand.

"Thank you. Do you really think I’m that young?" She asked and he nodded his head. She laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I’m not that young, Prince Marcello. No, I should call you Master or... Boss" he said.

"Haha. There’s no need for that. You seem like you’re from a mafia family, as you know such terms to use," he said.

"I’m from a Mafia family but I left because of my father’s shady business and his mistress, who tried to get rid of my brother" she shrugged.

"That’s... Crazy. But that’s what Mafias do. They deal with shady and dark things" Marcello grinned.

"Hmm, can’t agree less" she smirked. There was an awkward silence. Viola turned her head and saw Fabio who was leaning on the wall with his eyes stuck on her. She totally ignored him when he ca from nowhere, but now, he just couldn’t leave her alone.

He wanted to know what she was doing here at the party.

"Oh, since you’re from a mafia family. What’s your family na?" He asked.

She tilted her head, wondering if she should say it.

"Oh, I guess I should reintroduce myself. I’m Viola. Viola Ivanov" she placed a hand on her chest and bowed slightly.

He heard that and the glass in his hand crashed on the floor. He shot his eyes wide open, staring at the simple look on Viola’s face.

"Did... did you just say, Ivanov?" He asked.

"Of course. You sound like you know my family. We are quite popular in Russia, though" she forced out a fake smile.

The cleaner ca to clear the broken glasses from the floor.

Marcello couldn’t leave from that spot. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

’She’s an Ivanov. That man standing over there is also an Ivanov. Are they here to take Eduardo back? I’m glad Eduardo isn’t here at the party. There’s no one able to take him away from . No one!’

He clenched his fist tight and raised his head. He saw soone upstairs by the rails. The person waved and grinned at him.

’Luca?’

He thought to himself. He wasn’t able to see the red hair but with that face.. he was imdiately able to recognise him.

"Excuse ," he said, heading for the stairs. He tried not to panic. He was convinced that no one would separate him from Eduardo.

As he headed to the stairs, most of his guests stopped him to greet him. He couldn’t push them away since his father had already warned him. He can’t ruin his chance of becoming the head today.

He just smiled at them and answered whatever questions they had to ask him.

Viola was already standing alone when Maria walked to her. She was with her friends.

"You’re the one, huh? You’re pretty, too pretty. But, not enough to take my husband away from "

"Yes!" The girls behind her agreed. Viola smirked, trying not to laugh. She saw them as high school bullies who always found a way to bully the new kids just because they were pretty, rich and successful.

’However, I’m not a new kid’

Viola moved closer to her, stretching her hand.

"You must be Maria Gatti. Nice to finally et you in person" Viola smiled broadly.

As much as she wanted to punch her right in the face for thinking she was hitting on Marcello like most of the bitches around the hall.

Maria glared at Viola’s hand and burst into laughter.

"You think this is fun. Who the hell do you think you are. Just because of your one-ti success, you think you’re already on top of the world, huh? You can feel however you want but stay away from my husband." She poked Viola’s chest. Viola was silent. She gently placed her glass of wine on the table close to her and cracked her bones. She wanted to let her go since she was the one who was helping her get her brother back, but she crossed the line.

"I knew you were obsessed with that black-haired bastard, but to think you’re this obsessed. I’m disappointed in you, Maria Gatti. No, I guess I should call you Maria Diabolo from now on. But... You’re fucking ssing with the wrong person" She raised her fist, wanting to punch her, Luca finally appeared, standing between them.

"Luca!" They both called his na, shocked to see his sudden appearance.

"Ah! You both are just alike. Sa dress style, multiple personalities and also psychopaths," he grumbled.

"What are you doing here? How is it going?" Viola asked.

"Don’t worry, I’m sure everything is going as planned. The prince has found his way upstairs already. Too bad we can’t see his face when he finds out his pretty Eddy has heard the nasty things he said" he grinned.

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Just like Luca said, Marcello ran all the way to the room and pushed the door open. He stopped panting, hearing his voice was a recording.

"Eduardo isn’t who he is. He has a family waiting for him in Russia. He’s an heir, not a slave" Luca

B"That doesn’t an I should give him to you" His voice was heard.

Eduardo pushed the pause button, standing with his back facing Marcello.

"Eddy. Don’t listen to that. It’s fake. No, I didn’t an to say those words... Just listen to once"

"I can explain"

"Why aren’t you staring at ?"

"Look at , Eddy. Co on, just once. Please. It’s an order, look at !" He yelled.

He staggered towards Eduardo, wanting to touch him. He turned imdiately, pointing the gun he was gifted with at Marcello.

"Take one step closer, and I’ll fucking blow your brains out", he threatened with his icy glare and low voice.