Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 25 – Personal History–1

Willingly, I follow Jerome and my other guard out of the room and into the hall. The three of us scurry towards the door, guilt roiling in me to be the cause of so much strife. Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me.

“Wait!” it says.

I turn to see Romulus running down the stairs, a little book in his hands. He dashes to meet me at the door. “I found this in my closet!” he says, “a long time ago!” He holds up the book to me and I can see that it’s a very small photo album. I take it from him gently and flip it open, shocked to see that it’s images of my mother’s wedding day –

And, oh my god – that I’m in them –

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“That’s you, right?” Romulus says, peeking at the pages of the book, pointing at the picture of my mother.

“No,” I say softly. “That was my mom. Thank you for showing it to me, Romulus,” I say, looking down at him gratefully. I push it back towards him, as the noise escalates in the next room. I hope that some day I’ll be able to look through it more closely, but now, it definitely seems like time to go –

“No, I you can keep it,” Romulus says, smiling up at me. “And maybe, when you come back, you can bring me a present.” He gives me a big smile and I can’t stop myself from laughing.

“A fair trade,” I say and then jerk up, suddenly, at a crash I hear

“You’d better go,” he says, nodding at

“Will you be okay?” I ask, looking over his shoulder.

me with confidence.

guards says, again tugging

following my guard. “It was nice meeting you!” I call back

says, waving to me as

clutch the photo album in my hands, not yet ready to open and explore it. What the hell was I going to find inside?

as I come back into the house. “Well?” He asks, smirking at me as he leans against the wall in

and handing it to the waiting housekeeper. “Why didn’t you tell me

low. “I wanted you to have the pleasure of getting to know Tristin Alden all on your own. Tell

my chest. “I indicated that I

his eyes light on the photo

down at the little leather–bound book. “Of my mom’s

thankfully he doesn’t push it. “Dinner in twenty minutes,” he calls

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25 – Personal

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my room, I sit on my bed and page through the album. It’s shocking to me,

at a glance I can tell how precious I was to my father on this day. He had me

go. Both of my parents are laughing in that one, pleased, I can see, by my attachment to them – to him.

of wedding cake, laughing as I get icing all over my face. My heart sinks as I bear witness to the love on his face on that day, his happiness

I

my father and my mother. They had me first and, even though he could have just pushed her aside for someone else, he had married