Bianca's POV
"Joseph, just drop it. This has nothing to do with us," I say as I rise from the bed, standing my ground.
"Of course it does, my love. This is our chance. Think about the doors this could open for us!" he insists, stepping closer with an air of determination.
"What do you mean, Stephen? I don't see how this blog benefits us. What exactly are you plotting?" I demand, furrowing my brow and crossing my arms.
"Well, if we expose that it's your darling nephew in the picture and hint at something brewing between them, we could create some real controversy," he suggests, excitement glimmering in his eyes.
"This won't lead to anything worthwhile; it's a complete waste of time," I reply firmly, rolling my eyes.
"I know, but we both understand the truth about why he's with that girl," he chuckles, settling back on the bed with a self-satisfied smirk.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Stephen. Just drop it."
