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CHAPTER 120 — FAULT LINES
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2025-12-25 14:52:26Morning arrived without permission.
The sun rose over the estate in slow, indifferent strokes of pale gold, slipping through tall windows and casting elongated shadows across marble floors, as though it had no awareness of the tension coiled tightly within the walls. The house woke the way it always did—quietly, efficiently—but something beneath the surface had shifted. It wasn’t fear. It was anticipation, sharp and brittle, like glass waiting to crack.Liana stood by the window in her room, arms folded loosely as she watched the grounds below. Men moved in carefully choreographed patterns, their presence subtle but unmistakable, security adjusted just enough to remain invisible to an untrained eye. Nothing looked different, and yet everything felt altered. Silence had done its work. It had stretched nerves thin and pulled attention inward, forcing everyone to confront what they were truly protecting.She exhaled slowly, pressing her forehead briefly to the cool glass be
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Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 123 — THE MOMENT FIRE LEARNS ITS NAME
The storm did not pass in the night. It lingered, stubborn and unrelenting, pressing rain against stone and glass with a persistence that felt intentional, as though the sky itself had decided to participate in whatever fracture had begun beneath it. Thunder rolled low and distant, not violent enough to shock, but constant enough to remind everyone inside the estate that the world beyond its walls was no longer calm, no longer neutral. Liana woke to that sound, the dull echo vibrating through the structure, settling into her bones before her eyes even opened. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the rhythm of the rain and the faraway hum of backup generators, aware with a clarity that startled her that this was no longer anticipation. This was movement. She rose slowly, letting the day take shape around her rather than rushing to meet it, because something inside her understood that haste would not help now. The storm had already accelerated things beyond anyone’s control. A
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers Chapter 122 — Fracture And Fire
The first sign that the pressure had shifted came not with violence, but with imbalance.Liana felt it before anyone said a word, before alarms changed pitch or voices sharpened in the halls. It was there in the way the estate seemed to hold its breath too long, in the way men paused a fraction of a second before responding to commands, in the subtle but unmistakable sense that something had moved beneath the surface and refused to settle back into place.She woke just before dawn, the sky outside her window still dark but thinning at the edges, her body tense in a way sleep had failed to undo. For several seconds, she lay still, listening—not for sound, but for rhythm. The estate had one. It always did. And this morning, it was off.When she dressed and stepped into the corridor, she found movement already underway. Quiet, fast, purposeful. Not frantic. Not panicked. But alert in the way people became when they realized the ground they stood on could no l
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 121 — PRESSURE POINTS
The silence did not retreat after nightfall; it deepened, thickened, settling into the estate like a living thing that had learned the shape of the walls and decided to stay. Even the air felt heavier, charged with the kind of tension that made every small sound feel louder than it should have been. Liana became aware of it the moment she woke, not to an alarm or a knock, but to the unmistakable sense of being watched—not by eyes, but by circumstance itself.She lay still for a long moment, breathing evenly, listening to the subtle indicators of heightened security around her. The faint click of distant doors locking into new sequences. The soft murmur of voices carried through vents and hallways. The estate was awake before she was, already braced for impact.When she finally sat up, she did so slowly, deliberately, as if sudden movement might fracture whatever fragile balance was holding things together. Sunlight crept in through the curtains in narrow bands, pale and unconvincing,
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 120 — FAULT LINES
Morning arrived without permission.The sun rose over the estate in slow, indifferent strokes of pale gold, slipping through tall windows and casting elongated shadows across marble floors, as though it had no awareness of the tension coiled tightly within the walls. The house woke the way it always did—quietly, efficiently—but something beneath the surface had shifted. It wasn’t fear. It was anticipation, sharp and brittle, like glass waiting to crack.Liana stood by the window in her room, arms folded loosely as she watched the grounds below. Men moved in carefully choreographed patterns, their presence subtle but unmistakable, security adjusted just enough to remain invisible to an untrained eye. Nothing looked different, and yet everything felt altered. Silence had done its work. It had stretched nerves thin and pulled attention inward, forcing everyone to confront what they were truly protecting.She exhaled slowly, pressing her forehead briefly to the cool glass be
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 119 — WHEN SILENCE BECOMES A WEAPON
Night did not fall over the estate so much as it settled into it, slow and deliberate, pressing against the walls like an unseen presence that had every intention of staying. The lights dimmed automatically as evening protocols engaged, security shifting seamlessly into its nocturnal rhythm, but nothing about the atmosphere suggested rest. It felt suspended, as though time itself had paused to watch what would happen next. Liana lay awake, staring at the ceiling, tracing familiar cracks and shadows that no longer felt comforting. The bed was too large, the sheets too still, her body humming with a tension that refused to ease no matter how many deep breaths she took. Somewhere beyond her room, men moved with quiet purpose, footsteps measured, radios kept to whispers. She could sense them more than hear them, like a low vibration beneath the surface of everything. She turned onto her side, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, but the gesture brought no comf
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 118 — THE WEIGHT OF CHOICES
Morning came to the estate not with peace, but with an uneasy stillness that felt heavier than the darkness of the night before. The sun filtered through the tall windows in pale streaks, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily in the air, as though the world itself was unaware of the tension coiled tightly within the walls. Liana woke slowly, her body aching in places she hadn’t realized were tense, her mind already racing before her eyes fully opened. For a brief, fragile moment, she lay still, listening to the muffled sounds of the house coming alive—soft footsteps, distant murmurs, the low hum of security systems recalibrating.She sat up, pressing a hand to her chest as she exhaled deeply. Sleep had offered little refuge. Her dreams had been crowded with shadows and unfinished conversations, with Viktor’s steady gaze and Serov’s unseen presence looming just beyond reach. There was no clear line between rest and readiness anymore; everything blended into one long state of awar
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