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

must be Kent’s mother. I study her

I can’t find it.

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

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through the photos – black and white, surprisingly- and take in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard, the couple’s private table set up under a wide–branching olive

stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera. Her dress is long, lace, and clinging- the

had chosen for my own

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

an intentional choice, remembering that

for me looked anything like

to her face again, her hair

to distract from her severe expression as she raises her

proudly at the camera.

curious about this noble – and, am

word that makes me jump almost out of my