While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 The Black Card.

The restaurant lobby remained completely frozen in place.

​Leon’s head was still turned slightly to the side from the impact of the strike. The bright red outline of a handprint was already rising on his cheek, contrast against his pale skin. His jaw was clamped tight, but his body remained motionless. He did not say a word, he did not raise his hands, and he made no move to retaliate against a woman.

​Veyra felt her blood reaching a boiling point.

​Every nerve in her body urged her to step forward and slap Naya Whitmore directly across the face. She wanted to shatter that arrogant look, return the strike tenfold, and force her to feel the exact same public humiliation she had just inflicted on Leon.

​Yet, she forced her feet to stay planted on the floor.

​She was not going to act like a fool. Naya was the daughter of a high-ranking national councilman who had a real shot at the presidency. If Veyra lost her temper and physically assaulted her in front of dozens of patrons, the fallout would be immediate. There would be law enforcement involvement, media scandals, and political consequences that could easily tear down her medical school admission and everything else she had worked so hard to build.

​She could not afford to hand Naya that kind of ammunition.

​Instead, she shifted her focus to a different target.

​Veyra turned her gaze toward Quentin Cross.

​He was standing a couple of paces behind Naya, dressed in a tailored security suit with his arms crossed lazily over his broad chest. His expression was completely blank. He was Naya’s personal bodyguard, her paid protection, and her physical backup.

​He had watched Naya slap Leon without batting an eye. He hadn’t tried to stop her, he hadn’t shown an ounce of professional courtesy, and he had simply stood there with a subtle smirk.

​Veyra turned around and walked directly up to him.

​Quentin’s eyes narrowed as she approached, his voice laced with faint amusement. "What do you think you’re doing, lady?"

​Veyra didn’t give him the courtesy of a reply.

​Her hand shot straight up through the air.

​SLAP! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

​The sharp, loud crack of her palm striking his face rang out like a whip snap through the quiet room. Quentin’s head jerked sideways from the sudden blow, and his hand immediately flew up to cover his burning cheek in utter shock.

​A collective gasp echoed across the dining floor.

​Naya’s mouth dropped open, her eyes bulging in disbelief.

​"You—" Naya stammered out, her voice high and breathless.

​Veyra slowly turned around to face Naya again. Her tone remained unnervingly steady, but her eyes burned with pure fire.

​"You put your hands on my bodyguard," Veyra said, her voice carrying across every table. "So I put my hand on yours."

​Naya’s face went from bright red to deathly pale, before flushing with wild rage once again.

​"How dare a low-class woman like you lay a hand on him?" she shrieked, losing her cool entirely. "He is my private security! He is not someone you are allowed to touch!"

​"He is your person," Veyra countered without backing down an inch. "And Leon is my person. You struck my side, so I struck yours. That makes us even."

​"We are nowhere near even, you crazy—"

​"You were the one who started this mess," Veyra’s voice turned as cold as ice, cutting her off instantly. "You insulted my late mother’s honor. You threw dirt on my husband’s name. You tried to use your status to steal a dining space right out from under me. And then you lost your mind and slapped my security detail."

​She took a firm step toward Naya, closing the distance between them.

​"Listen to me carefully," Veyra warned, her voice dropping into a dangerous register. "I will protect the people who stand by me. Anyone who thinks they can lay a hand on my people will get the exact same treatment in return. That is a promise."

​Naya was shaking from head to toe, her manicured nails digging so deep into her palms that her knuckles turned white. Her features were twisted in pure bitterness.

​"Do you really think you can stand there and issue threats to me?" Naya hissed out. "Do you honestly believe you can strike my staff and walk out of here without paying for it?"

​"I just did it," Veyra replied plainly.

​"My father is going to hear every single detail of what happened here today," Naya threatened, her voice rising in pitch. "He has the power to utterly destroy you and everyone you care about!"

​"Your father is a councilman," Veyra pointed out smoothly. "He is not an absolute king, and this country is not his personal estate."

​"He is going to be the president of this nation!" Naya shrieked, stepping right up into Veyra’s space. "And the second he takes office, I will make sure you suffer for every single word that just came out of your mouth!"

​"I won’t be holding my breath," Veyra said softly.

​Naya leaned in even closer, her voice dropping down to a cruel, venomous whisper intended only for Veyra’s ears.

​"You walk around acting so confident just because you are carrying Dorian’s child inside you," Naya whispered with a dark glint in her eyes. "But what happens if that child doesn’t make it? What happens if you accidentally lose it?"

​Veyra felt her blood run cold, a sudden chill settling heavy in her chest.

​Naya saw the shift in her expression and let out a small, twisted smile. "Without that baby in your belly, he won’t have a single use for you anymore. He will toss you out onto the street like trash, and you will go right back to being the nobody you were before."

​Veyra didn’t allow her posture to break, nor did she let her gaze drop.

​However, deep inside, a dark knot formed in her stomach.

​She had faced all kinds of nasty threats over the past year. Caspian had tried to financially ruin her, Eleanor had tried to manipulate her, and Xander Hale had tried to push her into a corner. But none of them had crossed the line of targeting an unborn life.

​Naya was directly targeting her child.

​Veyra wanted nothing more than to grab the woman and break her arrogant composure right then and there. But she knew that falling into pure violence would only play right into Naya’s hands.

​Not here. Not like this.

​She took a slow, deep breath, forcing her heart rate to steady as she gathered her thoughts.

​"You are truly a pitiful person," Veyra said, her voice dropping into a quiet, contemptuous tone. "You realize you can’t beat me in a fair argument, so you resort to targeting an unborn baby. That is the absolute lowest, most disgusting tactic I have ever seen."

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