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

a beautiful, dark–haired woman, who is happily caressing her pregnant belly.

mother. I

I can’t find it. Kent’s

likewise come from his

put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked, when I flip it open, to see that

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actually Kent’s wedding album.

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take in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly

serious as she

had chosen

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

remembering that none of the

looked anything like

to her face again,

to distract from her severe expression as she

looks proudly at the

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

by a single word that makes me jump almost