Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 98

Instead, I move to the opposite side of the room, to where the photo books are. Some of them are very old – a hundred years or

more, even. The academic historian in me wants to explore those

early photographs, but instead I reach for the newer bindings further down, hoping for some information about Daniel and his

upbringing.

I take a few volumes over to the little chair, flipping through.

I smile, recognizing Daniel’s face in a few of the first photos, but then frown when I realize that they’re too old–grainy old photos,

with fashion from the 1980s….

I blink, shocked, realizing that these must be pictures of Kent

when he was a child. Fascinated, I flip through, looking at the

people who must have been his mother and father, his family.

I quickly flip to the front of the book where I’m lucky enough to

of a beautiful, dark–haired woman,

sure, must be Kent’s mother. I study her face for

frown when I can’t find it. Kent’s looks,

must likewise come from his father.

for pictures of Daniel as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one.

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of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard, the couple’s private table

at the beginning, of the beautiful bride, her stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera. Her dress is long, lace,

had chosen for my

one Kent had chosen for me. I wonder, passingly,

choice, remembering that none of the dresses

for me looked

again, her hair tightly pulled back so

to distract from her severe expression as

and looks proudly at the

myself quite moved by her, curious about this noble – and, am I imagining it? A bit melancholy? –

though, by a single word that makes me jump