“Oh.” The tension eases from my shoulders. “You’re right. His situation has worsened after those leaked texts. I do have a plan to fix it.”
“Hmm.”
Her tone irks me. “What?”
She pushes her plate away. “Do you want the truth?”
“Always.”
“Nathan deserves to suffer,” she answers vehemently.
My brows rise and I stare pointedly. “Because you don’t like him?”
“Because he hurt Iris terribly after she stayed loyal to him.” Her expression becoming torn, she grits out, “I hate she’s becoming collateral damage yet again.”
“Did you know their engagement was fake?”
“Yes. Iris told Rosa and me after Kian kissed her and called off her engagement in front of everyone at Rosa’s party.”
I stare aghast. But Bianca isn’t finished dropping bombs.
“Nathan did everything in his power to break them up because of his need for revenge against Kian, whom he despises. Iris thought of him as a best friend and he selfishly used her. Why else do you think I warned you to watch your back around him? He has the world fooled with his good boy charm. He’s nothing but a manipulative and lying bastard.”
Exactly what I thought of him months ago.
Not anymore.
Despite everything Bianca is telling me, which I do believe because neither she nor Iris are liars, I think she knows only one side of the story.
Even though I don’t know Nathan’s side fully, I have the strong urge to defend him. However, it’ll fall on deaf ears.
“I’m sorry Iris had to go through that,” is all I say.
“Yeah.” Standing up, she picks up our plates and carries them to the sink. After washing her hands, she turns and smiles. “Let’s get rid of the bad energy. Do you want to watch a movie or have a house tour?”
I force a grin. “Movie!”
Grabbing Pihu, who’s half asleep, I follow Bianca. We walk through two hallways before she stops before a black door and opens it.
I gasp, walking inside. “You have a theater room?”
“Dash wanted all amenities in our house,” she replies sheepishly. “He loves to have me all to himself, so he made certain we’d never need anything outside of our home. We even have a tennis court in the backyard after I joked I was joining to join a country club.”
“You don’t mind him being this possessive?”
“Nah, I love it.” Her grin is infectious. “The possessiveness is mutual.”
“How did you get him to open up?” I curiously ask. “He’s so scary and quiet.”
“Quite the opposite, actually.” She chuckles.
“What do you mean?”
“Dash was an open book when it came to his feelings for me. Our marriage wasn’t fake for him, while I did everything in my power to not let him in. I fought our connection tooth and nail because I feared getting my heart broken a second time.”
Dash’s younger stepbrother, whom she dated in college, cheated on her. She came back as a different girl.
“What changed your mind?”
