Elena's Pov
I barged into the room, my fists clenched in fury and… confusion? How? That is not possible. Uncle Francesco cannot be my father. Is it even right to call him ‘Uncle’?
Russo stood up immediately, and one look at me told him I had overheard everything he said.
“When?!” I asked.
He moved out from behind the table and came toward me. I pulled back the moment Russo's hand came into contact with mine.
“Elena—”
“When did you know, Russo? How long have you known?”
“I found out yesterday. Listen…”
“You lied to me. You knew about it and kept it from me.” I moved back again, hitting him with my questioning look.
“I was going to tell you—”
“When? When were you going to, Russo? Because from what I heard, you were not ready to tell me anytime soon. YOU LIED TO ME. How do you expe
