Chapter 61: The Table of Power
Velvet curtains framed the towering glass walls of the restaurant. Chandeliers hung overhead like melting constellations, scattering light across white tablecloths and pearl-handled utensils.
Every detail whispered wealth.
Power.
The quiet arrogance of families who had ruled for generations.
And at the center, surrounded by senators, governors, tycoons, and foreign dignitaries—
sat Miexha Wayne.
The richest girl in the room. And somehow the smallest.
She was trying. Trying so hard to hold herself together.
Her hands were folded neatly on her lap. Her posture straight. Her chin lifted the way etiquette lessons demanded.
But her eyes were glassy. Her lips trembled.
No Jayson beside her.
No Asha whispering jokes about the food.
No, Zatariel quietly translates the conversation into gentle sign language beneath the table.
Just her.
Alone.
And everyone was watching her every move.
Watching her cry would become a headline.
Miserable Wayne heiress breaks down at Richmond celebration.
So Miexha lowered her gaze and swallowed the tears.
Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her dress.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
She forced her breathing to stay steady.
Then she looked up.
Her eyes locked onto the person sitting across the table.
Reynold Richmond.
He leaned back in his chair, smug in his tailored suit, scrolling lazily through his phone as if nothing in the room mattered.
As if the insult he had thrown minutes ago had been nothing more than a joke.
He hadn't even bothered to apologize.
He barely even looked at her.
Insulting her?
Fine.
Miexha was used to that.
Whispers in school hallways. Fake smiles. Polite cruelty wrapped in compliments.
But insulting Jayson.
Insulting the Dom family.
That was different. That was unforgivable.
Something twisted inside her chest.
Her vision blurred.
A deep, suffocating pressure was building beneath her skin, rising like a storm trapped inside her ribs.
The chandelier above the table rattled.
Softly at first.
Then again.
Silverware clinked against porcelain plates.
Wine glasses trembled.
A sudden gust spiraled through the sealed room, lifting napkins from the tables and tugging at expensive suits and silk dresses.
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