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 picture of a beautiful, dark–haired woman, who is happily

sure, must be Kent’s mother. I study

when I can’t

likewise come from

down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked,

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actually Kent’s wedding album.

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

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

had chosen for my own

well. The one Kent had chosen for me. I

an intentional choice, remembering that

looked anything like

her face again, her hair tightly

to distract from her severe

proudly at the camera.

by her, curious about this noble – and, am I imagining it?

a single word that