Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Brooklyn

That afternoon, Jayde appears in the doorway to my room, a big smile on her face.

"I have a surprise for you, baby," she says.

She leads me downstairs towards the front of the house, where she throws open the doors to the parlor. I cover my mouth with both hands when I see what's inside.

Everything is covered in white-white tulle, white lace, white silk, white satin-hanging from racks, draped over chairs, stacked on the sofa. The only dark spot in the room is Aden, standing before the fireplace, directing the workers who carry piles of garment bags.

"What's going on?" Hudson says, walking up behind me, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Don't bring that in here," Jayde scolds, swatting at him. Hudson laughs, downs the coffee, and sets it on a table in the foyer.

"Is this..." I say, looking around in awe, anxiety roiling in my stomach.

"Wedding dresses!" Jayde says, clapping her hands. "Aren't they gorgeous?"

Gorgeous? Yes. They are stunning.

But I'm not ready. That's all I can think as I stand there.

"Now, you come stand here," Jayde says, pulling me and Hudson farther into the room to stand by Aden, "out of the way, while I get everything set up."

"Is it like this for every wedding in the family?" I mutter to myself.

"No," I hear Aden say, and look up to meet his eyes. "My wedding to Hudson's mother was small. In Sicily. That's where she was from."

her, but I feel

open my mouth to ask another question, but I'm not sure if I should. And the look on

a hand

he says. "Her marriage

and Hudson, genuinely surprised. "Was her

sharply. "If you want to ask, Brooklyn, if I murdered her, or if she was kidnapped

Because of course, that's exactly what I want to know.

Hudson's voice is low. "It's okay," he says, before I can say how truly sorry I am. "It was a

I say. "I guess that's something else we

start a new family soon," Aden says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. Before I can reply, Jayde pulls

***

and Aden leave immediately

and Aden only wants to come in once

in the last dress. She holds up a beaded Oscar de la Renta, an incredible off-white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor,

romantic Caroline Herrera that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, off-the-shoulder sleeves flowing down into the

in the mirror. I have never really been the kind of girl who dreams

was my favorite, too. If you'd picked the Oscar, you'd have broken my

a little as she picks up her phone, texting someone, and my heart skips

time for final

I turn to face Aden, biting my lip, wondering, passively,

looking down at his phone as he walks into the room but, glances

stops dead in

of my belly. Does he not like

body stiffens, his arm dropping to his side as his eyes slowly rove over my form. I run

hips, and see his mouth fall ever

to my own and his mouth slams shut. He takes a

take one step

animal, that of