Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 128

I let him go, but step to the edge of the banister to watch him as

he heads back downstairs. I see that his hands are clenched into

fists, his knuckles white. The only thing belying the tension behind

that strange question he just asks.

And frankly, I would consider it.

Did I want to marry Daniel?

What were the alternatives? Were any of them anything I could

actually accept?

“Are you ready?” Daniel asks, coming out of his room in a chic suit, looking so much like his dad at that moment that I just stare

at him. He blinks at me, confused.

And I realize that there is absolutely no heat between us, between

Daniel and I.

me and Kent…

a forest fire, if we weren’t

the hell was I supposed to do with

morning I get up very early, stretching my arms over my

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but…well, I hope that if I can catch Kent early, maybe he’ll let me go visit my sister and

much.

climb out of bed swiftly, then, eager to get

Daniel had been really nice

–

he suggested really had drawn the eye. Not that Daniel really noticed. Instead, the experience just solidified for me just how much

instead of something

I pull on my tight riding pants, I consider Kent’s words last night. Is marriage to Daniel really my best choice in this world? Did I really want to trade my hand in marriage – my own trump card, apparently

are other ways to demonstrate my loyalty to the Lippert family – and keep

them?

then, by turning to

his hat into the ring. And, well. He noticed me in ways that Daniel certainly does not. I have