Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 16

Anastasia Rose

Beep. Beep.

The alarm on my phone pierced through my sleep, dragging me out of my dreams far too aggressively.

I groaned, rolling onto my back and squinting at the screen.

6:30 a.m.

"What the heck...?"

Didn't I set my alarm for 8:30?

I let out an annoyed sigh, rubbing my face with both hands. Sundays were sacred. I always slept in on Sundays. It had become a habit—almost a rule. But now that I was awake, there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep again.

Great.

Maybe I should just go for a jog around the property.

Yawning lazily, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself and wash my face. The cold water helped wake me up a little. I changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt, tied my hair into a simple ponytail, left my phone behind, and stepped out of the room.

These hallways, I swear.

The house was so massive that I had already gotten lost more times than I cared to admit. After a few wrong turns, I finally found the stairs, made my way down, and slipped out through the main door.

The sun had risen, but the air was still cool.

I liked mornings like this—fresh, quiet, untouched. It felt like the world hadn't fully woken up yet, and for a moment, neither had I.

I chose a random path and started jogging, deciding not to put on music. Instead, I took in my surroundings. The property was enormous and immaculately maintained. A beautiful garden stretched out on one side, followed by a long path lined with lush green trees.

I followed it, jogging steadily.

The sun was shining much brightly now.

Eventually, I reached a small pond surrounded by greenery. I slowed down and stopped, checking the time on my wristwatch.

7:45 a.m.

I blinked.

So I'd been out for over an hour.

I walked closer to the pond and sat cross-legged on the grass, letting my body cool down while my thoughts wandered. After a few quiet minutes, I got up and retraced my steps back toward the house.

As soon as I stepped inside, noise hit me.

A lot of noise.

"...Why are they awake this early?" I muttered to myself.

It was the weekend. And they'd all slept late yesterday. But then again—the extended family was here now.

I shook my head and headed upstairs to shower and freshen up. Hunger started creeping in, so I decided breakfast was a must.

After changing into jean-pants , a tank top, and a puffer jacket, I styled my hair half-open with a small bun, grabbed my phone from the charger, and left my room.

I barely took two steps past the hallway turn—

Thud.

I slammed straight into a solid chest and staggered backward. Strong hands caught me by the shoulders before I could fall.

I rubbed my forehead and looked up.

"Ahh Ethan... it's you," I said, wincing slightly.

"Watch where you're going," he scolded in his usual ice-cold voice. "You could've gotten hurt."