Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Brooklyn

Instead, I move to the opposite side of the room, to where the photo albums are.

Some of them are very old-a hundred years or more, even.

The academic in me wants to explore those early photographs, but instead I reach for the newer bindings farther down, hoping for some information about Hudson and his upbringing.

I take a few volumes over to the little chair, flipping through.

I smile, recognizing Hudson'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 Aden when he was a child.

Fascinated, I flip through, looking at the people who must have been his mother and father, his family. His original pack.

I quickly flip to the front of the book where I find a picture of a beautiful, dark-haired woman, who is happily caressing her pregnant belly.

This, I'm sure, must be Aden's mother. I study her face for a resemblance to her but frown when I can't find it.

Aden's looks, like Hudson's, must likewise come from his father.

Hoping for pictures of Hudson as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I'm shocked, when I flip it open, to see that it's actually Aden's wedding album.

Slowly, I flip through the photos 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 tree.

There is a photograph, right at the beginning, of the beautiful bride, her stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera.

the one that I had chosen for my own wedding. Well...the one Aden had chosen

choice, remembering that none of

face again, her hair tightly pulled back so as not to distract from her severe

quite moved by her, curious about this noble-and

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost

"Brooklyn."

standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his pockets as he frowns at me. "I told you not

album languidly, holding

I got bored." I shrug. "You can't expect a girl to stay in her room all

smile tugs at my lips as I hear a rumble

love

Aden says again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein in

his cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're not to

pout,

"For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no idea you'd consent to get married in just a linen shirt Very bohemian of

QUMS

snatches the photo album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances down at it, as

haven't looked at this in years..." he says quietly, surprised into

reverence.

glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while he's not glaring

years of worry-perhaps more worry than most men his age. He carries a lot, I know, but...

down here to yell at me for looking through photo albums?

Aden really have to balance out all of

need for control that, indeed, results in

to the photo album, wondering

"Did you love her?"

it. Again, my mouth has run away with

suddenly, that glare

the album back onto