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, who is happily

I’m sure, must be Kent’s mother. I study

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

likewise come from his father.

child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked, when I

Chapter 98

Kent’s wedding

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the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated

as she looks directly into the

chosen for my

had chosen for me. I wonder, passingly, if

intentional choice, remembering that none

me looked anything like

to her face again, her

to distract from her severe

proudly at the

quite moved by her, curious about this noble – and, am

by a single word that makes me jump almost out