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

woman, who is happily caressing her pregnant belly.

mother. I study her face for a

when I can’t find it.

come from his father.

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

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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

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

I had chosen

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

choice, remembering that none of

for me looked

eyes to her face again, her hair tightly pulled back

from her severe expression

proudly

this noble – and, am I

thoughts are interrupted, though, by a single word that