Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0328

Chapter 0328

My father’s speech wraps up a waiter comes to take my plate and deliver a glass of champagne to Daniel and sparkling cider tome.

“To my daughter, the beautiful Fay,” my father says, looking at me adoringly as he raises his glass in my direction —Fucking snake, is all I can think. Because I know, now, precisely what he did to Kent.

“And to Daniel, her perfect match!” Around the room, everyone raises their glasses into the air. Daniel and I, smiling, follow suit.“Together they unite two old Sicilian families in a new era of commerce and joy! To the bride and groom!”

Everyone echoes his last five words and then we all raise our glasses to our lips, sipping at the expensive drinks probably takenfrom Kent’s own cellars as the spoils of war.

You damn hypocrites, I think as I sip my fizzy apple juice and force a thrilled smile onto my face. I’m going to gut you all, one byone.

The crowd turns to us then as Daniel wraps an arm around my waist. I look up at him and realize that he’s leaning close andthen I laugh, remembering that — of course — I’m a bride today, not a mafia donna planning everyone’s destruction.

Daniel smiles down at me and even bends me backwards a little bit as he kisses me soundly, the picture of the perfect romanticfiancé and the girl he adores.

I smile and kiss him back, truly loving him, grateful for Daniel by my side in every moment of this.

He pulls away while the gathered group applauds, and then I blush and laugh, looking down at my feet, shy Fay making herreturn.

We spend the next hour or so accepting the well-wishes of people I barely know who call us their family and friends. This is, inmany ways, the reception for our wedding instead of the rehearsal dinner. Our families wanted to invite everyone to the wedding,of course, but Daniel and I insisted that we only want our very closest family to be there and no reception at all.

They nodded and murmured their understanding — Daniel father was just imprisoned, after all, throwing a pall over this happyevent — but they insisted on throwing this party instead.

Still, it's almost done, I think as my cheeks start to ache with so many fake smiles.

As our guests filter out, Natalia and Alessi slowly make their way over to us, Alessi beaming at us while Natalia frowns at hisside.

“Daniel, Fay,” Alessi says, giving us a wide grin. “You know we are so happy for you. And so excited for tomorrow. Yourgrandfather — he wishes he could be here —*

“Please,” Daniel says, waving a hand and dismissing it. “We know travel is hard for him — but as soon as the baby is born, we willcome to Italy so that they can meet.”

“That would be...so special, Daniel,” Alessi says quietly, putting a fond hand on his nephew's arm. As I watch him, I realize that inall likelihood Alessi really means it — after all, Daniel is his nephew and his childhood best friend’s son. I think he genuinely wantsthis to be real.

But as I turn to Natalia, I see the reality of it: that they both, indeed, have their suspicions.

“Of course,” she says carefully, turning her head to the side. “The family...would like to know. To have certain...assurances thatthese new ties between the Bianci’s and the Aldens are...”

Daniel's face drops the moment he realizes what she’s asking and Alessi inhales an awkward breath, lifting his hand fromDaniel's arm.

“Seriously?” Daniel asks, suddenly furious. “You're asking me for a paternity test?”

“Daniel,” Natalia says appeasingly, spreading her hands as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Surely you must —“Surely I what?” he snarls and I blink at him, considering that he’s learned a trick or two from Kent’s book.

“It is the sort of thing we want to be assured of with all of our family ties,” Alessi says with a casual shrug.

“Oh?” Daniel snaps, turning on him now. “And has anyone asked you for a paternity test for your own children?”

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“No, of course not,” Natalia says smoothly, crossing her arms. “Tomorrow is a day for joy. The next day,” she continues with asmile that shows all her teeth, “would be just fine.”