From Barman to Bossman

The DiPietro family

While Nathaniel was still In his Bedazzled state, Emilia faced Alessandro who was now walking up to them.

She glared at him "I thought you would have told him everything before bringing him here, how do you think he felt when I bombarded him with all the news thinking he knew already?"

Alessandro sighed "Young miss, I couldn't have possibly tell him everything at once. He might have refused to come with us then" He was just doing a good deed, okay.

"So, you mean my uncle, who happens to be your Father is the one who wants to see me?" Nathaniel asked after finally taking in all the data he had gathered.

"Yes. We are only three left in the DiPietro familigia now, so we have to stay together"

He really had to see his supposed uncle so he could get a clear picture of all that was going on. At least, it was clear that Emilia was kin because people shouldn't look this much alike if they weren't related. It was close to impossible.

He followed them inside the first building, merely looking at the surroundings you can easily tell it belonged to a multi billionaire and that was when something came to his mind. He decided to wait until they got into the living room before he asked.

The living room was a mixed colour of Gold and white which gave one the impression of entering a royal palace and not a family's living room. There were rows of servants all bowing at one side like they were waiting for someone.

"Welcome, young master!" They chorused at the same time the moment he stepped into the living room. Everything was looking surreal to him and he had to pinch himself in order to confirm if he was still in the same world he was few hours ago.

"Mr Morrow, please get my Papa, tell him Cousin is here" Emilia said to the man who seemed to be the head of the servants.

"On it" The man albeit middle aged, moved very swiftly and was soon out of the living room.

"Nate, let's take our sit in wait for him" Emilia took her sit and he sat beside her because for now, she was the second person after Alessandro he was familiar with.

"I hope me calling you Nate is fine?" She asked him after they had taken their sits.

"It's fine, everyone calls me that" He replied her then remembered he wanted to ask something.

"I received a payment into my account few minutes before you arrived, was that your doing? How did you get my account details?" He asked Alessandro who was standing beside him. Alessandro grinned before taking his hand to the back of his neck to scratch it like he had been caught in the act.

"Pardon me, young master but the young mistress said you would need some money so I had to somehow find your account details and send that to you. It was all her idea not mine" He immediately pushed the blame to Emilia.

Emilia giggles instead "So, how was that cuz? If you want more you can just say. I was really excited when I heard you've been found that I thought about what I could do for you but money was the first thing that came to mind. I'm not really used to any other things except gifting people money"

Nathaniel stared at her like she had grown another head. Surely, she was the daughter of a multi billionaire so it shouldn't be that surprising but he was still surprised. He wasn't sure he could finish spending that amount of money in his lifetime yet she was asking of he wanted more? What will he spend it on exactly?

Soon, he could hear footsteps coming from the stairs and he turned his attention there. There was Mr Morrow who had gone to call his uncle, followed by another man dressed in all black attire. He looked like an older version of him. The man was really good looking and doesn't look really old. He looks to be in his thirties but clearly he was older than that if he has a daughter as old as Emilia.

The man stopped on his track when he noticed Nathaniel, then his eyebrows slowly raised before his lips curled into a smile.

"Papa! Cousin is here" Emilia exclaimed as she rushed towards her Father as though he couldn't see Nathaniel.

"I know" He then walked up to where Nathaniel who was now standing, was. He stood in front of him for a while like he didn't know what else to do and Nathaniel did the same. He didn't really need a DNA taste to confirm he was related to Emilia and her Father, just seeing them was a DNA itself.

"My Brother and Sister in law would have been so happy to see you so grown up like this" That was to say his birth parents were dead. He could already guess that from the moment Emilia had said there was only three of them left in the family.

He knew he had been adopted when he was young as his adoptive mother had told him he was rescued from a fire of some sort but he had never made an effort to find his birth parents because he didn't even have the means in the first place. And again, he remembered nothing before the fire, so it would have been a futile attempt.

"I was told you are my Uncle and actually I'm curious as to how I got lost" That was a story he had been desperately looking for someone to tell him about.

"Indeed I'm your uncle, your Father, Luca DiPietro was my older brother and I'm Mateo" He then pointed at the wall where there were several pictures in order to show him the evidence of being who he said he was.

Nathaniel hadn't noticed the pictures earlier and now he got interested so he moved there and started looking at them.

He saw two young men standing and he could guess who was Mateo and the other person would be his father. Is it that every members of the DiPietro family had to look alike or something? They all looked like they were carved from same mold.

Looking down, he could see a beautiful woman with Luca DiPietro, they seemed to be a couple. Then he saw them in wedding attire, their wedding day. Definitely the woman was his birth Mom. Following that was the same woman with baby bump and Luca DiPietro was standing with her as they shop for baby stuff, it was in a grocery store. It looked like the person who took the picture sneaked up to take the picture.

He could see the picture of The woman with a baby boy who had grey eyes and dirty blonde hair, then the boy who was supposed to be him around three, then five, then the boy was with a baby girl whom he recognised as Emilia. Then the boy when he was like eight, and that was the end of the pictures of his parents and him.

He glanced at Mateo with one question in mind but before he could ask, Mateo beat him to it.

"As you must have guessed, your parents died in that same fire you survived from"