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.

lace, and clinging the opposite of the one that I had chosen for my

intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses selected for me looked

to her face again, her hair tightly pulled back so as not to distract from her severe expression as she raises her chin and looks proudly at the

myself quite moved by her, curious about this noble-and am I

word that makes

"Brooklyn."

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

album languidly, holding

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

me, and a little smile tugs at my lips as I hear a rumble growing in his

but I do love to piss

says again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters

smile grow. "You're not to come down to

him a fake little pout, seeing how

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

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photo album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances down at

the album. "I haven't looked

reverence.

consider him, glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while he's

more worry than most men his age. He carries a

to come down here to yell at me for looking through

all of the worry, the constant need

for control that, indeed, results

photo album,

"Did you love her?"

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

raises his eyes suddenly, that

album back