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.

clinging the opposite of the one that I had chosen for

intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses

to distract from her severe expression as

quite moved by her, curious about this noble-and am I imagining it?

a single word that makes me jump almost out

"Brooklyn."

as I raise my eyes to see him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his pockets as he frowns at me. "I told you

close the photo album languidly, holding his

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

my

I do love to

again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently

flickers in his cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're not to come down to

a fake little pout, seeing how

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

QUMS

out of my hand, glaring at me.

at the album. "I haven't looked at

reverence.

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

most men his age. He carries a lot, I know, but... I wonder if he carries more than he

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

out all of

control that, indeed, results

back to the photo album, wondering if there is perhaps

"Did you love her?"

blush when I hear myself ask it. Again, my mouth has

that glare

just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn't