Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 9

Anastasia Rose

I was sitting alone at a vacant table in the corner of the cafeteria, peacefully enjoying my instant noodles.

I had been craving them the entire day, and thankfully, the canteen actually had them in stock. It felt like a small victory.

Moaning softly in delight as the rich, comforting taste hit my tongue, I finished the noodles and lifted the cup to slurp the leftover soup.

"Hey—"

Someone suddenly sat down in front of me while my face was still buried in the cup.

I lowered it slowly and glanced up.

And groaned.

Federico and Niccolò.

Of course.

"What do you want?" I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly.

Truthfully, I didn't hate them bothering me. Somewhere along the way, they had started growing on me—their constant presence, their concern, their insistence. It was... unfamiliar. But not unpleasant.

"How long are you going to pretend?" Federico asked softly, though his tone carried a seriousness that made my stomach tighten.
"We know that you know."

I tried to act nonchalant, lifting the cup again.

"Know what exactly?" I asked casually.

"That you're our sister," Niccolò said bluntly.
"And that we're your brothers."

How?

Damn it.

They must have done a background check. Of course they did.

I debated with myself furiously.

Just admit it.
Go with them.
Meet your family.

They miss you.

I swallowed hard and looked back at them.

"And what's your proof?" I challenged.

Idiota.

Niccolò smirked. "That face doesn't lie. One glance and anyone can tell you're a Romano."
Then he leaned back. "And if you want confirmation, we can do a DNA test—Laura... or should I say Anastasia?"

I groaned internally.

There was no running now. I had delayed this long enough.

I sat still, my thoughts spinning.

Federico hesitated before gently taking my hand.

"Ana," he said softly, his eyes sincere, warm.

"We know it's not officially confirmed, but our hearts—and that face—tell us you're our sister. You look exactly like Vincenzo. Everyone misses our baby princess. Mom, Dad... all of us were devastated when our sister was taken away by that bastard of an uncle."

My fists clenched.

Papa is not a bastard.

But I controlled myself.

They didn't know the truth.

And maybe... it was time I faced it.

"Okay," I said quietly, a small smile forming.

Niccolò blinked. "We can understand that you are hesita—Wait, what?"

Then he jumped up. "You said okay?! Oh my God—"

Federico smacked the back of his head, making me chuckle softly.

It surprised me.

Only Papa and Eunha had ever made me smile like that.