Reborn as a Mafia Princess.

Ep 5

The bright morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the Rostov manor. Aliria woke up, let out a tiny, dramatic stretch, and patted her chubby tummy. 🥱

Aliria Rostov (thought)=Zero stomach pain.The sugar demon from two days ago has officially been vanquished. I am healed, operational, and ready to conquer the day. 🥳

She scrambled out of her giant silk bed, her little feet pitter-pattering across the plush carpet. Before she could even reach her playroom doors, the heavy oak entrance swung open.

There stood her dad and three brothers, all dressed in matching custom athletic wear, looking like a squad of secret service agents assigned to guard a high-value diplomat. 🕶️

Alistair Rostov (dad)=Good morning, my sweet princess. How is the stomach? Any lingering discomfort? Do you need a whole team of doctors to do a morning checkup?🥺

Aliria Rostov=Dada,Ria is super all right. Belly is happy.

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=YES! The cupcake is fully operational.

Matteo scooped her up into the air, swooping her around like a little airplane while Aliria giggled endlessly. ✈️

Dante Rostov (first brother)=Matteo, put her down before you cause dizziness. Today is her scheduled fresh-air recovery day. The doctors recommended light outdoor activity.

Luca Rostov (third brother)=So we’re taking Chibi to the public park down the street. 😼

Aliria’s big, round eyes widened in shock.

Aliria Rostov (thought)=A PUBLIC park?! An actual normal human park with slides, swings, and normal kids. Oh thank goodness.No private malls, no empty stores—just plain, sweet toddler freedom.

Aliria Rostov=Park! Park! Ria wanna swing.🥳

An hour later, the Rostov family convoy rolled up to the city’s largest central park.

Aliria stepped out of the luxury SUV, holding Luca’s hand, ready to breathe in the fresh air and see other normal toddlers. But when she looked up at the playground... her tiny jaw dropped to the marble-paved walkway. 👁️👄👁️

Aliria Rostov (thought)=WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?! Why is the central playground emptier than a ghost town on a Monday night?👻

The massive park—usually packed with laughing children, mothers chatting on benches, and ice cream carts—was completely deserted.

Well, not entirely deserted.

Standing every ten paces around the perimeter of the playground were giant men in black suits with earpieces, standing at strict military attention. There was even a shiny red velvet rope surrounding the sandbox.

Aliria turned her head slowly, glaring up at her father with her most suspicious 3-year-old expression. 🥺👉👈

Aliria Rostov=Dada... where are the other babies?

Alistair cleared his throat smoothly, adjusting his expensive sunglasses with a proud, heroic posture.

Alistair Rostov (dad)=Well, my brave little princess, Dada wanted to ensure your complete safety and comfort. So Dante purchased the entire city park district for the day. No germ-ridden toddlers will bump into you on the slides. ☀️😎

Dante Rostov (first brother)= also had our health team scrub every single swing set, slide, and jungle gym with medical-grade disinfectant thirty minutes ago. It is completely sterile for your protection, Little Angel.

Aliria Rostov (shocked+thought)=YOU BOUGHT OUT A PUBLIC PARK?! YOU DISINFECTED THE OUTDOORS!!!.Oh my lord, these people are unbelievable. I just wanted to watch kids make mud pies. Now it feels like I’m visiting a biological containment facility with slides.😭🤦‍♀️

Valeria stepped out of the car, carrying a tiny pink water bottle and a sun hat, shaking her head at her husband and eldest son.

Valeria Rostov (mom)=Alistair, Dante, you two are utterly ridiculous. She wants to play, not hold a political summit.

Valeria kneeled down, gently tying the soft sun hat onto Aliria’s head and giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. 🥰

Valeria Rostov (mom)=Go play, baby. Mommy and Dada will be right here watching.

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=FIRST ONE TO THE SWINGS GETS TO PUSH THE CUPCAKE.

Matteo sprinted toward the swings like a professional track athlete. But Luca, using his sleek, sneaky speed, casually stepped in front of him, lightly tripping Matteo onto the soft rubber turf before effortlessly grabbing the chains of the swings.

Luca Rostov (third brother)=Too slow, Teo. Come on, Chibi, hop on.

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=(sprawled on the rubber grass, dramatically holding his chest)betrayer... My own brother has stabbed me in the back...

Aliria giggled and waddled over, letting Luca carefully lift her onto the bucket swing.

Aliria Rostov (thought)=Well... even if there are no other kids here, having three giant brothers act like my personal playground entertainment is pretty hilariously awesome.

Luca gave her a soft, gentle push. The cool breeze blew through her golden hair as she swung gently back and forth.

Aliria Rostov=Wheee Lu, higher Higher.🥳

Luca Rostov (third brother)=(smiling softly)Only a little higher, Chibi. Don't want you getting dizzy.

Suddenly, Dante stepped up right next to the swing set, holding a clipboard and looking extremely intense, as if he were monitoring a high-stakes stock market trade.

Dante Rostov (first brother)=Angle if swing is currently fifteen degrees. Wind speed is three knots. Safety parameters are optimal. Good work, Luca.

Aliria Rostov (thought)=Dan-dan, please It's a swing set, not a NASA rocket launch.Why are you calculating wind resistance.

Meanwhile, Matteo had recovered from his dramatic fall and was currently building an absolute masterpiece of a sandcastle in the velvet-roped sandbox. He was using small plastic buckets, but shaping the wet sand into massive medieval towers. 🏰

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=CUPCAKE! Look I built you the Rostov Fortress of Solitude. It has a tiny drawbridge and everything.

Aliria ran over, her eyes sparkling at the impressive sand structure.

Aliria Rostov=Woah! Teo built a big castle.

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=(puffing his chest out proudly)That’s right. Only the best for my favorite little sister.

Luca Rostov (third brother)=(walking over, tossing a tiny pebble)It lacks structural integrity. One wave and it collapses.

Matteo Rostov (second brother)=HEY! DON'T CRITIQUE MY SAND ARCHITECTURE, LUCA. 😡

Alistair watched from the park bench, taking hundreds of photos on his phone with rapid-fire camera clicks, tears practically glistening in his eyes as he leaned over to Valeria. 😭📸

Alistair Rostov (dad)=Look at them, Valeria... our sweet princess playing peacefully in her own private park with her protective brothers... This is true family perfection.

Valeria Rostov (mom)=(laughing softly, resting her head on his shoulder)Yes, Alistair. They really do love her like their own kid.

Aliria sat down in the clean sand, happily building tiny mounds next to Matteo, while Luca kept watch like a cool bodyguard and Dante continued checking his safety clipboard.

Aliria Rostov (thought)=They might be totally unhinged, overly dramatic, and terrifyingly rich... but sitting here under the sun with my crazy family... I’ve never felt happier.

To be continued...