Ivette couldn’t believe what she was hearing, or more importantly, the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Her uncle, the cold, powerful head of the Castellano Family, was allowing some strange woman to disrespect and mock her.
Not only that, but he was going as far as playing along with whatever she was planning. Tolerating her nonsense and acting like he actually cared for the engagement between them.
Ivette frowned, unable to stop her anger from growing. It was impossible! There was no way her uncle would actually do something like that…not after what had happened to him.
Yet, here he was, the proof was right in front of her and the realization, was like dozens of needle pricks on her nerves.
“Wally, it’s getting late, we should get going.”
Her uncle’s name, was the last straw, and
