The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 183: Chrishan Vladimir!

A lot happened within the next few hours.

Just as Eduardo promised, the files were dropped anonymously to various trusted media houses. It didn’t take long before the internet exploded with scandalous headlines.

"VLADIMIR EMPIRE LINKED TO UNDERGROUND BLACK MARKET DEALS."

"CHILD TRAFFICKING, UNREGISTERED BIO-WEAPON TRADE—INSIDE THE SHADOWS OF VLADIMIR INDUSTRIES."

"THE FALL OF A TYRANT: MR. VLADIMIR UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR WAR CRIMES."

The headlines went viral faster than a forest fire. Social media turned into a war zone. Activists, journalists, and even former employees began sharing stories. Some even risked stepping forward to expose the truth.

Mr. Vladimir sat on the floor of his study, holding a bottle of whiskey like it was the last thing keeping him alive. His eyes were bloodshot, and the television was blasting with news updates.

"This... This is all lies! They have no proof!" he roared, throwing the remote across the room.

The butler stood by quietly, knowing nothing he said would ease the old man’s rage. There was a lot of proof, even as former employees were revealing his secret. He fired them due to their incompetencies now, they’ve returned to hunt him. There weren’t just one or two of them. There were a lot of them. It was as if they’d been waiting for this news to explode before they could speak.

The butler sighed, regretting not killing them when they had the chance to. Even if they weren’t alive, the proof that was attached to the news was more than enough proof.

Pictures, videos and even voice recordings were there.

"How on earth did they even get it?" He yelled.

"Master, your blood pressure..."

"Damnit! Where is Chrishan?" He shouted.

"He returned home a few hours ago. He ran back out to deal with the news that was spreading. But, he seems to be having a tough time doing so, as the news was spreading really fast," he said.

Chrishan suddenly barged into the office, panting hard. He was sweating and his suit was dishevelled like he had been through a lot. That was to show them how busy he had been in the past hour.

"Father... You must run away. Immediately! They are here..."

"Who?" The butler asked.

"The..." Before he could speak, he was interrupted.

Suddenly, loud knocking echoed through the mansion. The butler froze, looking at Chrishan before rushing out of the room, only to find federal agents standing at the entrance.

"By order of the Federal Intelligence Agency, we are here to arrest Mr. Vladimir for his involvement in multiple crimes against international law," one of them announced.

The butler’s face paled.

"Please wait here... I’ll inform the master."

The butler rushed back into the office and closed the door behind.

"They are there. The FIA! We must get the master out of here. Chrishan, hurry up and help me,"

"Yes!" Chrishan said, not knowing what to do. Of course, he had personally led the FIA to the house. All he did was a little acting.

They were busy trying to pack some files and hold bars in the safe at the corner of the office, but Mr Vladimir didn’t move from the spot where he was seated.

He already knew they were going to arrive. He had been waiting already.

"Master..." The butler called, and suddenly they stormed into his office; Mr Vladimir didn’t resist. Maybe it was pride, or maybe exhaustion—but he stood with trembling legs and let them handcuff him without protest.

"Chrishan... It’s all in your hands now," he said.

"Father..." Chrishan called, with a hoarse voice. He tried to follow them, but the butler pulled him back.

"Don’t go with them, Chrishan,"

As Mr Vladimir was dragged out of the mansion, press cameras flashed like lightning. He was once the man the world respected. Now, he was reduced to a criminal—disgraced and shackled. He was a respectable man who sent funds for charity and orphanage homes to cover his dirty business. Everyone looked at him with despair and hatred.

That’s how the public is. They forgot about the good things he had done and focused on the trending news.

—

A few days later...

Chrishan sat behind the polished oak desk that once belonged to Vladimir. The company boardroom was filled with tension. Directors, lawyers, PR specialists, and department heads had gathered like sheep around a new shepherd.

"I won’t waste time," Chrishan said calmly, scanning the room. "Mr. Vladimir has been arrested. As of today, I’m the acting head of the Vladimir Corporation."

A murmur spread across the room.

"I know this company has lost face in the eyes of the public. But what my father destroyed in greed, I will rebuild with transparency. And if anyone here has ties to his illegal operations, I suggest you leave now before the authorities find you." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

No one moved. Chrishan leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

"Good. Then we start today."

In less than a week, the transformation was already visible.

The first thing Chrishan did was remove the company’s name from every shady alliance. He launched a full internal audit and hired an independent committee to clean out the corrupted sectors. Some departments were closed down. Others were restructured completely.

A new PR campaign was rolled out—rebranding the company under a new mission: accountability and recovery.

Shareholders were still cautious, but when international watchdogs announced that the company was cooperating fully with the investigation, trust began to rebuild.

By the end of the seventh day, Chrishan had accomplished what most thought impossible. Of course, he had spent years preparing for this moment. The moment when the Vladimir Corporation would fall into his hands.

A grin crept on his face as he sighed heavily.

"I guess it’s all over... It’s mine now,"

—

At the mansion, Eduardo leaned against the railing of the balcony, a glass of cold water in hand. He was watching the news again with calm satisfaction.

Maya stepped beside him. A week ago, she found out her brother became the owner of Vladimir’s cooperation. Just like that, without doing much. She wanted to rush to him and probably throw her shoe at him, but she waited for him to be done with handling the messy company before she fought with her brother.

"They are finally going to air the case," she said, her voice gentle. "The court better give that old man a befitting punishment or I’ll sneak into the prison and kill him myself. To think he was the one who sent that weak assassin to end my life,"

Eduardo nodded. "He earned whatever punishment is given to him,"

Maya smiled faintly.

"And you? What are you going to do now?"

"I’ll keep my word," he said. "I’m heading to Italy next weekend then you visit your grandmother. But before that, I need to wrap up a few things here... And I’ll tell my father about Marcello too."

"What do you think his reaction is going to be?"

"Shocked, perhaps. A little bit disappointed. But I know he’ll support me with whatever I do,"

"You’re lucky to have such a father," Maya replied.

"What about your father?" He asked. He waited for her response, but at the same time, not expecting anything from her.

"He abandoned my mother when I was a kid. I came to Russia in search of him, but he’s dead. He died in an accident,"

"I guess you don’t need my sympathy,"

"No. My father doesn’t deserve it. That’s what he gets for abandoning my mother," she winked at him.

Eduardo was silent. He just smiled. The atmosphere suddenly went awkward and the air was cold. The glass in his hand still remained cold, even after standing outside for a long time.

"If your father asks you to choose between revenge and your own peace, what would you pick?"

He didn’t answer right away. He looked up at the sky, then back at her. Revenge. Peace. He was once like that. He flew all the way from Russia to Italy to get his revenge on Marcello, but he found peace instead.

"I don’t think peace is something people like us find easily. But if I ever get the chance to choose... I’d choose my present life. I get to meet good people... like you,"

Maya’s breath hitched slightly, and her cheeks burned with warmth. She wasn’t expecting to hear that. Her lips pressed hard as she looked away from Eduardo.

"You say the most nastiest things, Eduardo,"

"Do I? Haha!" He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you, Eddy. If I hadn’t fought with you then, I would still be killing people,"

"Do you plan to quit being an assassin?" He asked and she nodded her head.

"I’m your wife, after all, and I’ll be carrying your baby soon..." She said and paused. Even Eduardo froze.

"Wait... I didn’t mean like carrying your baby... I..." She stuttered and Eduardo leaned forward.

"If you want babies, I can give you a bunch of them," he said coolly.

Her cheek flushed red again

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. It was what she wanted anyway. She stepped forward, her body pressing against his hard body.

’Did I fall too deeply for this man?’