Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 23

Bee stabilized herself on the chair and looked at the rack which were now easily reachable to her; many photo frames of different size and shape were arranged on the first to racks... All of the same person.

She knew deep down that she wasn’t supposed to be doing it but humans were born with a heart full of eagerness. Bee tried to suppress all the bitterness welling up inside her heart and picked up a frame in means to take a better look. Her eyes went widen in shock as they met with the image of one of the loveliest creature she had ever seen in her whole life.

The girl looked like a young girl around 10 or 11; even though her tone was not as fair as hers but olive in nature she still looked angelic. Her eyes were almond shaped with thick dark and beautifully cured eyebrows right above them, a pair of long and curled eyebrows protected those delicate black eyes. She was blessed with a little Roman nose and her bow shaped lips in a sweet peach colour were curled into a hearty grin revealing her perfect row of white teethes.

Her black hairs were cut into short waves, suspending loosely above and trying to reach her shoulders. The girl looked pure and chaste, her eyes had no speck of evilness and them. Bee couldn’t help but admit that she was one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen.

Bee kept that picture and started to look through the other; there were more than fifty frames featuring her. Some of her in school uniform, some sitting on a chair wearing luxurious clothes, some were candid pics of her running is grass fields and eating candies, hugging a teddy bear larger than her, holding a bouquet of flowers, blowing bubbles and many more. No matter at what situation or dress she was in she looked angelic.

There was something printed in one of photos; she pulled the picture closer to her face to read the minute wordings.

‘Catherine Silva, Age 12. January 1, 20XX.'

The name was as beautiful as the girl herself. The year suggested that it was clicked four years ago in New Year. If the girl was 12 year old back then it would mean that she was as the same age as her, just four months older than the latter.

Bee was still utterly confused why there were so many pictures of this girl in Ryan’s room; what was she to him? Thinking this she darted her eyes up to discover some more photos, this time there were two people in one frame- Ryan and the girl.

Her face fell drastically as something within her shattered; Ryan looked young and handsome but this didn’t make Bee fascinated as she had seen him many times like this. Little Bee skimmed through all the photos, some of them holding hands, some of them sitting together, some of them in luxurious clothes. Bee felt her eyes well up; she had never been disappointed in her life like today.