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 opposite of the one that I had chosen for

remembering that none of the dresses selected for

tightly pulled back so as not to distract from her severe expression

about this noble-and am I imagining it? A bit

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost out of

"Brooklyn."

tone is serious and disapproving as I raise my eyes to see him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in

the photo album languidly, holding

wouldn't take me to the stable. I got bored." I shrug. "You can't expect a girl

little smile tugs at my lips as I hear

I do love to piss him

says again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters

my little smile grow. "You're not to come

little pout, seeing how

my voice light, "I had no idea you'd consent to get married

QUMS

takes two steps forward and snatches the photo album out of my hand,

silent for a moment while he stares at the album. "I haven't looked at

reverence.

have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while

most men his age. He carries a

here to yell at me for looking through photo albums? What harm, really, was

what joy does Aden really have to balance out all of the worry, the constant need for

and need for control that, indeed,

back to the photo album, wondering if there is perhaps an

"Did you love her?"

it. Again, my mouth has run away with me-speaking my thoughts before I consider whether

raises his eyes suddenly, that glare focused on

answer my question, just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn't matter