The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 112: Happy Bad Day!

A few minutes before Marcello walked into the room, Eduardo had been contemplating whether to listen to the recording that was handed over to him by Luca.

After all, his choice could affect his future. He had known Marcello for a long ti, even before he found himself in that body. But, Eduardo’s real family... He knew nothing about them.

"Argh! I trust Marcello, what could a simple recording change about that" he shrugged and decided to listen to it.

He played it and was shocked to hear Marcello’s voice, together with Luca’s.

’Huh? When did they et each other?’

That was what he was concerned about. He wasn’t interested in what they were saying before Luca claid he wanted to take Eduardo back with him to Russia.

The recording continued, and he realised that Marcello knew about his family but kept quiet about it.

’Why? Why didn’t he say anything to ? Was that the reason he took my phone?’

He slipped his fingers into his hair and kept on listening. Marcello proved how obsessed he was with keeping Eduardo with him, not caring if he had his family or if he wasn’t a slave.

That’s when he walked in. Marcello pleaded for just a single glance from Eduardo.

Every ti Eduardo heard Marcello’s voice, he felt tight in his chest. It was hard to hold in everything he wanted to shout. The pleas and late apologies from Marcello just made things harder.

He chose to stick with Marcello, even after finding out the truth. Marcello wasn’t the reason for his family’s demise. He had trusted Marcello and chose to be with him. But Marcello still kept the secrets about his real family.

He pulled out the drawer where he had kept the gun Marcello had gifted him. He slipped his hand in and brought out the gun.

He turned around swiftly and pointed it at him.

"Take one step closer, and I’ll blow your brains out"

His threat made Marcello stop moving. He had never seen Marcello in any worse state except today. It was supposed to be his happy day. His birthday and the day he gets to beco the head of the house, but he was in his room, on his knees, desperately begging.

"I’ll do anything you want, don’t believe what I said in that recording. It was for your own good"

"Of course, it is. I wonder when you started caring for other people’s well-being, Marcello" Eduardo smirked, holding back his urge to pull the trigger.

"It’s you. I only care about you. That’s why I did everything in my power..."

"Since when have you known?" Eduardo interrupted Marcello. He kept quiet and averted his gaze.

"You don’t wish to answer, do you?" Eduardo asked in a softer voice. Marcello raised his head to look at Eduardo.

"Since the day we discovered Viktor’s secret" he answered.

Eduardo furrowed an eyebrow, trying to rember. It’s been that long. He rembered when Marcello tore a particular docunt after glancing through it. He tore it into a million pieces, so it couldn’t be put back in its place.

’He had known all this while? Yet, he treated like a slave and ordered around? Ha! I thought this monster had changed, but it was all fake. He has been fooling all this while’

He let out a groan and lowered the gun. Marcello’s face bead with hope, thinking he had been forgiven. He stood up and tried to approach Eduardo.

"Don’t worry, Eddy. Let’s forget everything that happened today. As long as you don’t plan on leaving my side, everything will be fine" he touched Eduardo’s shoulder.

Eduardo snickered. He slapped Marcello’s hand off his shoulder and walked towards the door. He suddenly paused when he felt soone holding his wrist.

"Where are you going, Eddy?" He asked.

"Away from you. Since I have a family you didn’t tell about, I’m going to be with them" he released himself from Marcello’s grip.

"Are you insane? How can you go to the people who never knew you were alive? If they really wanted you, they would have done everything in their power to look for you before you were branded as a slave. They’ll never be able to protect you, Eddy. Only I can" Marcello smiled weirdly, stretching his hand at Eduardo.

Eddy stood there rubbing his chin. He thought about what Marcello just said.

’How did I end up as a slave if my family is a powerful one? I guess I won’t know until I find out myself’

Glaring at Marcello one more ti, he walked towards the door. Just while he was about to open it, he felt Marcello’s presence behind him again.

"You’re going to regret it if you leave my side, Eddy" his voice ca out low.

Eduardo grinned as he looked over his shoulder.

"I’d rather regret it than live another day with you. You have no idea how hard I’m trying to stay gentle and not rip your head off your body, Marcy. But, don’t worry. If one day we et again, probably in hell, make sure you kill ten tis over" He smirked and walked away.

Marcello froze. He rembered those words like it was yesterday. He rembered the sa person he said it to.

Carlo.

’How did he know those words or... Is it just a re coincidence?’

He raised his head and saw that Marcello was gone. He was going to lose Marcello the sa way he lost Carlo.

"No... Eddy" he staggered outside the room.

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Maria who had threatened Viola to stay away from saw Luca and finally knew Viola was here to get her brother, Eduardo.

She couldn’t believe Eduardo, who had been treated as a slave was the precious brother of the youngest business owner in the States.

’So, he’s Arican? Who would have thought he was from a well-known family’

Maria rubbed her chin.

Of course, she doesn’t know anything about Eduardo since Luca refused to give her information about him. All she could do was make assumptions or jump to conclusions.

"I mistook you for soone else. I apologise, Miss Viola," she forced out a smile.

"It’s fine. You’re cautious of anyone who gets close to your husband since you can’t have his affection" Viola smiled as she folded her hands, elegantly. Maria clenched her fist behind her, trying to hide her anger.