Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 4

Niccolò Romano

When Dante whispered that his heart told him our baby sister might be alive, a strange curiosity stirred in me. And then... the moment our eyes met in the cafeteria, it was as if the ground had disappeared beneath me.

Federico and I froze. The girl before us was a mirror image of Vincenzo. Same facial structure, same nose, same lips, same expression—everything was identical, except her eyes. Hers were hazel, while Vincenzo's were steel grey. Yet we knew the family's signature trait: our principessa—our princess—had steel grey eyes, just like the rest of us.

But... how could this be possible?

At first glance, anyone might think they were twins—except for those eyes. We were rooted to the spot, silently gawking at her... until she left. Panic surged. My chest tightened.

We have to follow her.

Federico felt it too; I could see it in his eyes.

We did the only thing we could. Leaving our lunches on the table, we sprinted after her.

Through the university's backyard, we finally spotted her pacing back and forth.

"Hey! Wait! Listen!" I called out, catching up to her.

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Anastasia Rose

I froze, turning fully to face them. Two tall boys, striking and commanding, stood before me. Their eyes swirled with emotions I couldn't decipher, yet their faces were a perfect mask of neutrality.

Argh... what do I do now? Panic bubbled inside me.

If they really are my brothers... how am I supposed to react? I've never met them. I only had two people all my life...

They walked briskly toward me, unflinching, deliberate. I didn't move.

"Why did you run from there?" they asked, voices firm.

"I... uh..." I stuttered, mind racing. "I... I didn't run. I was done with my lunch, that's all... just... left the crowded place."

Lame. Completely lame.

They exchanged a glance, shaking their heads slightly, their eyes betraying disbelief.

"You're new?" one asked.

Should I tell them the truth?

"Umm... yeah. It's my first day here... I'm the prestigious scholarship win—" I stopped abruptly. What was I thinking?

"You're the prestigious scholarship winner? What's your name?" they asked, suspicious.

I forced a fake smile, playing it safe. "Umm... Laura. Laura Haynes. What's yours?" My fingers crossed behind my back.

They frowned slightly, disappointment flickering in their expressions.

"I'm Niccolò, and this is my twin, Federico. Niccolò and Federico Romano," Niccolò said coldly, masking the subtle emotions that had shown for a brief second.

Romano? My inner voice screamed.

Hundreds of Romanos existed— but why did their eyes felt so familiar?

"Ah... the Elite Romano Family," I murmured, feigning casual recognition.

"How do you know?" one of them—Federico, maybe—asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... I heard some students talking around campus about how elite and old money the Romanos are," I said, hoping it sounded believable.

But my mind wandered off to the Italian Mafia too but I didn't say it out loud.

Niccolò's mouth twisted in a proud smirk, " Right- ofcourse.."

I nodded, offering a tight-lipped, practiced smile, and turned away. My heart thudded in my chest. So they really are my brothers... Fate really wanted me to meet my family here.

Sighing, I walked away, still processing everything.

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Federico Romano

Disappointment gnawed at us. Something didn't feel right. She looked exactly like Vincenzo—but her eyes were different.

"Why does it feel like she's lying?" Niccolò muttered, voice low but tense.

"I know, I feel the same," I admitted.

"My heart says something else... as if... as if—" Niccolò faltered, searching for words.

"As if she's our baby sister," I finished for him.

"Yeah..." His voice barely a whisper. The thought lingered in the air like a fragile promise, uncertain and fragile.

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