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.

grinning at me with confidence.

of my guards says,

meeting you!”

to me as I go.

the car on the way home, I clutch the photo album in my hands, not yet ready to open and explore

me as he leans against the wall in the

little, taking off my coat and handing it to the

have the pleasure of getting to know Tristin Alden all on your own. Tell me, how long did it take her to kick you out?

wrapping my arms around myself, the photo album pressed against my chest. “I indicated that

that, shaking his head a little. Then, his eyes light on the photo album. “What’s that?”

and looking down at the little leather–bound book. “Of my mom’s wedding.”

says, but thankfully he doesn’t push it. “Dinner in twenty minutes,” he calls after me as I head up the stairs. “Considering Alden didn’t

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but don’t look back

and page through the album. It’s shocking to me, how much is familiar and how much is a mystery.

guess it makes sense that I don’t remember any of it, but even at a glance I can tell how precious I was to my father on this day. He had me standing at the altar with him as he said his vows to

their first dance with me crying, my arms wrapped around his leg, unwilling to let go. Both of my parents

witness to the love on his face on that day, his

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mother. They had me first and, even though he could have just pushed her aside for someone else, he had married her, recognized me officially as his