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Betrayed and butchered by his treacherous best friend, Carlo's soul was consumed by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. Reincarnated into the body of Eduardo, a lowly servant, he vowed to dismantle the ruthless Mafia empire of Marcello Diabolo, the monster who orchestrated his brutal demise.

But plans went awry upon meeting Marcello.

"You're mine, Eduardo. Why don't you spread your legs for me" 

Eduardo's resolve wavered as Marcello's seductive pull intensified.

"Run, and I'll catch you. You'll never escape my bed" Marcello warned.

"I need you inside me, not once, not twice, do it until I break"

Torn between revenge and desire, Eduardo's secret threatened to expose him. Would Marcello's obsession endure, or would Eduardo succumb to his enemy's passion?

Will Eduardo's quest for vengeance consume him, or will Marcello's fiery passion reduce his resolve to ashes?"

The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis

Marcello, still looking around for Eduardo approached one of his men. With a dead glare, he asked the guard about Eduardo's whereabouts.

After answering, Marcello rushed down to the basement hall where Eduardo was said to be. Without knocking, he barged into the room and saw Eduardo asleep with his hands curled around the pillow.

He slowly walked in, closing the door behind him. A sigh of relief escaped from his lips. He sighted his phone close to the pillow and reached for it. There was no message from anyone.

"That fucking red..." He held himself back so he wouldn't wake Eduardo up. There was still a chance Luca could find another means to send that recording to Eduardo, so he slipped the phone into his pocket.

Eduardo slowly turned to the other side of the bed and opened his eyes. He saw Marcello and sat up.

"Young master..." He mumbled. Marcello wrapped his hand around him and touched his head. Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.

Look At Me, Marcello!