The Upper East Side was buzzing with whispers and rumors, but nothing could prepare you for the storm that Blair Waldorf was brewing.

Chuck Bass had crossed a line. Again. His manipulations—subtle, ruthless, and always personal—had pushed Blair further than she’d ever been pushed before. And this time, she wasn’t hiding her anger behind a perfect smile.

You met Serena at a quiet café, both of you nursing lattes and trying to plan your approach.

“She’s at her breaking point,” Serena said, biting her lip. “I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Then we have to be there,” you said firmly. “We can’t let him—”

“—mess with her any longer,” Serena finished. “Exactly.”

You arrived at the rooftop where Blair had demanded to meet Chuck. The city stretched endlessly around you, the skyline glittering, but the tension was palpable. Blair stood there, perfectly poised in a designer dress that screamed power and fury all at once. Chuck leaned casually against the railing, smirking as though he had won before the confrontation even began.

“Blair,” he drawled, “what’s all this drama about?”

“Don’t,” she said sharply, eyes flashing. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.”

You and Serena stepped forward, standing on either side of her. “Enough, Chuck,” Serena said, voice steady. “This ends now.”

You added, “We’re done letting you manipulate people, especially Blair.”

Chuck’s smirk faltered, just slightly. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” Blair said, her voice cold and measured, the power radiating from her like a force of nature. “I’ve put up with your games for too long. No more. Not with me. Not with my friends. Not with anyone.”