The photograph lay on the mahogany table.
No one touched it.
No one spoke.
The flames in the fireplace danced quietly across the faces in the picture—Dominic's late father and Victor Kane, standing shoulder to shoulder with broad smiles, two young men who looked more like brothers than rivals.
Scarlett couldn't stop staring.
Her entire childhood had been built on stories of hatred.
Now it all made sense to her that this is the same Russo family that her father always talked about whenever he had closed doors conversations and meetings.... Who would have thought that she would be married to the same family that her father had always hated... Not that she cared but who would have thought.....
And thinking about this now ... Her father doesn't know that she's pregnant or married to his
