The dining room of the Glover estate was a cathedral of wealth. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light over the long mahogany table, which was set with china that cost more than most people's cars. The food was exquisite, but the atmosphere was Arctic.

Blair sat near the center, Tristan on her right. At the head of the table sat Hughie Glover, his face a mask of stone, methodically slicing his steak. He hadn't looked at Blair once since she sat down.

Georgiana sat across from them, fussing over Kiana, who was dressed in a sickeningly sweet pink gown. Georgiana piled food onto Kiana's plate, cooing over her, while shooting cold glances at Blair.

Kiana was practically vibrating with smugness. She played with her silverware, waiting for her moment.

Halfway through the main course, Kiana deliberately dropped her fork. The clatter of silver on porcelain rang out, silencing the quiet murmurs of the other relatives.

She picked up her wine glass, raising it toward Blair with a saccharine smile. "Sister, a toast to you."

Blair paused, her own glass hovering in the air. She simply looked at Kiana, waiting.

Kiana pouted, feigning hurt. "Are you still mad at me, Blair? Is it because of the Alexis thing?"

She had dropped the bomb right in the middle of the family dinner. The relatives exchanged glances, their whispers starting up again like a hive of disturbed bees.

Georgiana placed a hand on her chest, playing the part of the concerned mother perfectly. "Kiana, hush. Your sister is going through a hard time. Being dumped publicly is very stressful."

The insult was delivered with a smile and a knife's edge. Mother and daughter were a coordinated attack squad, determined to humiliate Blair in front of the entire family.

Tristan's hand slammed down on the table. "That's enough-"

Blair's hand shot out, her fingers pressing firmly against Tristan's. She pushed his hand down, silencing him. She didn't need a knight. She needed him to watch.

Blair picked up her linen napkin, dabbing the corners of her mouth with excruciating slowness. She then turned her gaze to Kiana, a faint, chilling smile playing on her lips.

"Kiana, I think you're laboring under a delusion."

Kiana blinked, the smile slipping. "Delusion? The whole internet saw Alexis dump you for me. What delusion?"

She was pushing, trying to force Blair to admit defeat, to break down in tears like a jilted lover.

Kiana turned her attention to Tristan, leaning forward with a fake pout. "Tristan, you're always so close to Blair. Tell her not to worry. There are plenty of fish in the sea. She should focus on her career."

It was a calculated move, implying that Blair's closeness to Tristan was something sordid, trying to drive a wedge between the only allies Blair had.

Tristan's face darkened, his hands clenching into fists under the table. Kiana's manipulation was nauseating.

But Blair just laughed. It was a soft, melodic sound that somehow froze the air in the room. She picked up her wine glass and rose from her chair.

"You're absolutely right," Blair said, her voice ringing clearly through the hall. "Career is the most important thing."

She stood tall, looking down the length of the table at the assembled relatives. "However, you are wrong about one thing."

Her voice dropped, sharp as a whip. "I am not heartbroken. And I am certainly not angry."

She stepped away from her chair and walked slowly toward Kiana's end of the table. The click of her heels was the only sound in the room.

"I'm just worried about you," Blair said, stopping right beside Kiana's chair.

Kiana scowled, leaning back slightly. "Worried? About me?"

Blair leaned down, her lips close to Kiana's ear, but her voice projected perfectly to the silent room. "Did you really think you stole my man?"

She paused, letting the suspense build.

"No, sweetie. You just picked up the trash I threw away."

The words hit the room like a bomb. The silence was absolute, followed by a collective gasp from the relatives.

Kiana's face turned an explosive shade of red. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, her brain short-circuiting from the sheer audacity of the insult.

Blair straightened up, the cold smile still on her lips. But her eyes were dead, promising absolute destruction. The game was on.

The silence in the dining room was suffocating. Kiana's lower lip trembled, tears spilling over her lashes in an instant, turning her into the picture of a victim.

She turned to her mother, her voice a high-pitched whine. "Mommy! Did you hear what she said? She called Alexis trash!"

Georgiana shot to her feet, her chair scraping violently against the floor. She pointed a manicured finger at Blair, her face twisted in rage.

"Blair! How dare you speak to your sister like that! Apologize to her right now!"

There was no inquiry into what started it. There was no fairness. There was only the instinct to protect the golden child and crush the unwanted one.

Blair didn't even glance at Georgiana. She kept her eyes locked on Kiana, her gaze steady and cold as a surgeon's scalpel.

Instead of arguing, Blair shifted gears. Her voice was calm, cutting through the tension with terrifying precision. "Kiana, as the CEO of Stellosphere Quadrant, let me give you a piece of professional advice."

She was no longer the jilted sister; she was the corporate executive, and she was about to audit a disaster.

"Your little stunt with Alexis Ashley is, at its core, a PR play. I don't care that you used him," Blair said, pacing slowly behind Kiana's chair. "But you chose the most idiotic execution possible. You tried to climb the ladder by stepping on my face."

"I did not!" Kiana protested, wiping her tears.

"Didn't you?" Blair stopped, tilting her head. "Every trending hashtag your team bought included the tag 'Blair Guzman's Ex.' Did you think I wouldn't notice the digital footprint?"

Kiana's face drained of color. The truth was a blunt instrument, and Blair was swinging it hard.

"Congratulations," Blair continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've successfully demonstrated to every potential business partner that a Glover heir is willing to create a public relations disaster for the sake of a fleeting, tabloid-worthy romance. Have you calculated how many millions in perceived value you just wiped off the Glover Group's next round of negotiations?"

She turned her gaze away from Kiana and swept it across the older relatives at the table, the ones who cared about nothing but the family's reputation. "This doesn't damage my name. It damages the Glover name."

The uncles and aunts shifted uncomfortably in their seats. The air of amusement at Blair's humiliation evaporated, replaced by the sour realization of a PR crisis.

Blair's voice went sub-zero. "And more importantly, we are sitting here tonight to discuss my marriage, aren't we?"

She looked down the table at her father, who had paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Father, do you want the family of your future son-in-law to open the newspapers and see that his bride's sister is publicly stealing her boyfriend?"

The phrase "sister-in-law stealing the boyfriend" was social dynamite. It was vulgar, scandalous, and absolutely toxic to any high-society negotiation.

"Have you calculated how much value this scandal subtracts from the Glover Group at the negotiating table?" Blair asked, her voice echoing in the stunned silence.

Hughie's face turned a dark, mottled red. He hadn't thought about the business angle. He had been too busy enjoying Blair's public embarrassment to see the landmine Kiana had stepped on.

Georgiana, however, was too blinded by rage to see the trap. "You are lying! You're just trying to scare us!"

"I'm not threatening," Blair said, her eyes finally snapping to Georgiana. The coldness in them made the older woman take a step back. "I am stating a fact. A qualified heir knows how to mitigate risk, not create scandals."

It was a double insult. Kiana was a fool, and Georgiana was a failure of a mother for raising her.

Georgiana's mouth opened and closed, her chest heaving, but the logic was airtight. She couldn't refute the business argument in a room full of business people. She looked like she was having a stroke.

Kiana shrank back in her chair, terrified. She had never seen this side of Blair. This wasn't the cold, distant sister; this was a predator.

Blair walked back to her seat, sat down, and took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine. She looked completely unbothered, as if she hadn't just dismantled her sister and mother in front of the entire family.

The room was dead silent. No one dared to breathe. Tristan looked at her, a mix of shock and fierce pride in his eyes.

Then, a voice broke the silence. It was old, dry, and carried the weight of absolute authority.

"Well said."

Every head in the room swiveled toward the far end of the table. Joella Glover, the matriarch, slowly placed her silverware down on her plate. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on Blair.