The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 179: Old Man Diabolo’s Secret!

IN ITALY...

That morning, Marcello wanted to pay a visit to his father. No, he was already on his way to his father’s estate.

Mario was on the passenger’s seat, holding a bunch of files. Marcello took one glance at the message he sent to Eduardo last night. It was unread.

"Is he busy? I wonder what he’s doing," he said.

"Do you want me to send a few men over to Russia?" Mario asked.

"No need. I can’t plant any spy around him. I trust Eduardo," he said with a smile.

Mario nodded and turned away. Normally, he would have been jealous of Eduardo or his boss, but the feeling he had developed for Eduardo disappeared after he left Italy.

When he found out he wasn’t a mere slave, but an heir to a Mafia family. There’s no way he could be with Eduardo.

He never even stood a chance in the first place.

"Understood, boss," he responded.

After a long drive, they arrived at the estate. Marcello alighted from the car and adjusted his suit. He looked around, seeing that the guards were just roaming about doing their jobs. He didn’t inform his father about his arrival, because he didn’t feel any need to.

Besides, he has other reasons for visiting his father.

In a week, it’ll be his mother’s death anniversary. Ever since his mother died, he never celebrated her death anniversary. He grew up without celebrating it anyway.

However, he wished to celebrate it this time.

His mother fell sick and died with so many regrets. Regrets of not being able to save her son from the hands of his devilish father.

Marcello’s father wanted him to grow up to be someone that’s feared by others. A devil... to be precise.

Marcello went through hellish training just to make him what he is today. He grew up like that and his father was contended with it.

Till Marcello met Carlo.

He started smiling more and interacting with more people. He thought Carlo was a bad influence on Marcello. He didn’t want an ordinary-looking man to change his son, and that’s why he used Viktor to kill his whole family.

Carlo was the second person who tried to change Marcello. There was also a first person, but the person was dead.

Marcello saw no sign of any butler or Philip anywhere. That was because he didn’t announce his arrival.

"Let’s go, Mario," he said, walking towards the main house. His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings as angry veins popped on his temple. He hated coming to his father’s house. It reminded him of the punishment or... hellish training he went through as a kid.

He reached the living room but it was still silent.

"Wait here, I’ll look for him in his office,"

"Yes Master," Mario said, standing behind.

Marcello walked through the other room before approaching the office. He was about to grab the door handle but noticed the door was slightly open. Thanks to that, he heard what he wasn’t supposed to hear before.

"... is that supposed to be a threat? That old man is acting this way because he found his son. I should have killed him when I had the chance," he said.

"Master, at this rate, all of the ties with our partners from Russia will be cut off by him," Philip replied.

The old man Diabolo took out a huge cigar and started to smoke on it.

"Tch! Should I have left that other bastard alive? If that Morano kid were alive, my son wouldn’t have met that Russian bastard," He cursed.

Marcello heard that and froze where he was. His lips twitched as if he wanted to speak but he pressed them against each other.

"Master, you shouldn’t mention that. The walls have ears. Someone could eavesdrop on your conversation," Philip said, but the old man waved his hand dismissively, not caring at all. If anyone happened to hear his secret, all he had to do was pull the trigger in front of the person’s head just to keep them shut.

"Also Master, it’ll be the Madam’s death anniversary soon. I suggest that we should throw a party this year to avoid suspicion from the public,"

"What kind of suspicion? That the old man Diabolo killed his wife? Ha!" He laughed, leaning back on his chair.

Marcello heard that also and was stunned. Not only did his father kill Carlo, but also his mother. He clenched his fist tight, drawing blood.

"No one knows about this except you and I... Oh, and also that old man. He has lived enough, isn’t it time for me to kill him?"

"Master..."

"Kill Viktor. He has been abandoned by my son. So, there’s no need for him to live anymore," the old man Diabolo said.

"Understood, master," he replied. He suddenly sensed a movement outside and turned his head to look at the door.

Immediately, he rushed outside, yanking the door open. But there was no sign of anyone.

But on the other side, he could feel someone’s presence. He strained his eyes well and saw Marcello. He looked back into his office.

"Master, the young master is here," he said.

"Ah! I guess he’s returned from seeing his lover," the old man grinned and stood on his feet. "I’ll go see him now. Be done with your job and report to me immediately,"

"Yes master," he replied and watched the old man leave the office.

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The old man Diabolo entered the waiting room, seeing his son. He spread his arms, requesting a hug, but Marcello didn’t move from the spot he was standing. Mario couldn’t understand what was going on.

He saw Marcello walk towards the office, but he didn’t enter. He then returned with an angry look on his face.

’What the hell is going on?’

He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, holding onto the envelope they were supposed to hand over to the old man.

"I’m not a child. I don’t need a hug from you," Marcello spoke coldly.

The old man laughed, dropping his hands to his sides.

"Of course, you’re a grown man with a lover and a wife. I’m so envious of you... Youth!" He laughed but Marcello’s lips didn’t twitch. He was so disgusted to stand in front of this man who claimed to be his father.

"I made a mistake coming here today," he said, turning to leave.

"Marcy! Don’t be mean to your father now," the old man’s face turned serious immediately. He saw that his son was giving him cold shoulders and decided to be serious.

"I haven’t seen you in ages. I thought you’d come here to talk to me about Russia. How’s your lover doing?"

"He’s none of your business. Why are you asking? Are you going to..." Marcello paused and turned to Mario.

"Get the car ready. I’ll be out in a bit," he said to Mario. He nodded his head and left.

Marcello turned back to his father.

"I wanted to discuss a business plan with you but it’s no longer necessary. I can take care of myself and the Diabolo house. After all, you breed a monster," he smirked and his father’s lips only curled into a small smile. He just couldn’t tell what was going on in his son’s head.

"I have enough time. I don’t mind talking to you, son," the old man said.

"No need. I have other plans. Goodbye," he said leaving.

The old man stood there with Philip behind.

"Did you realise something off about that boy?"

"He didn’t call you father even once, Master. Did he find out about..."

"There’s no way he could have figured out anything. Hurry and find that abandoned butler. Kill him before Marcello figures out everything,"

"Yes, Master!" He bowed and walked away. The old man clenched his fist.

"If that boy finds out what I did to his mother and that Morano kid, there’s no telling what he would do to me. He’s a monster!" He grumbled under his breath.

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The car drove quickly back to Marcello’s manor. The car was silent, not even Mario was able to speak. He just stole glances at Marcello repeatedly through the mirror.

They arrived home and they both walked in. Maria was expecting him. As soon as they entered the house, Maria was about to rush towards him but Mario signalled her.

She saw him shaking his head and immediately stopped herself from approaching him. Marcello brushed past her, not even sparing her a glance.

He headed straight to his office. Nikolai also saw everything and walked towards Mario.

"Did something happen?"

"I have no idea. He was like that ever since he went to his father’s office. He must have overheard something," he said. Nikolai folded his hands and stroked his chin slowly.

"I wonder what he heard that got him so angry," He said.

"We should go ask him," Maria said.

"Who?" Mario asked. All gaze turned to Nikolai who was standing with his hand on his waist.

"Huh? Me? I can’t talk to him,"

"You’re his cousin, he’ll listen to you," Maria said.

"You’re his wife. He’ll listen to you!" Nikolai clapped back.

"He won’t speak to me," Maria shook her head.

"Me either!" Nikolai shook his head. Immediately, a voice came from the balcony.

"Nikolai! Up here. Now!" Marcello ordered.

The other two turned their gaze to Nikolai with a mocking grin on their faces.

"Oh jeez!"