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CHAPTER 123 — THE MOMENT FIRE LEARNS ITS NAME

ผู้เขียน: A knight in skirt
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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
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  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 136 — THE CHOICE HE WANTS

    The message arrived without sound.No alarm. No urgency. No coded warning that something catastrophic had finally tipped the balance. It appeared quietly on a secure channel that had not been used in years, the kind of channel that existed only for moments when subtlety mattered more than speed.Liana read it once.Then again.Not because it was unclear, but because clarity carried weight.Serov had chosen his point.The message was simple in structure, carefully restrained in tone, and devastating in implication. There was no threat spelled out, no demand framed as coercion. Instead, it offered a scenario—a conditional future constructed with the precision of someone who understood how people made decisions under pressure.He was not asking for compliance.He was presenting a choice.Viktor found her in the study moments later, already sensing the shift before she spoke.“He moved,”

  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 135 — PRESSURE POINTS

    Pressure did not announce itself all at once.It accumulated.It seeped into the smallest seams of routine, into conversations that should have been harmless, into glances that lingered half a second longer than necessary, into the subtle awareness that every action now carried weight beyond its immediate intent. Liana felt it from the moment she woke, a quiet density in the air that told her the aftershocks had matured into something more deliberate.Pressure points were being tested.She moved through the estate with calm precision, greeting staff, acknowledging guards, allowing herself to be seen without performing reassurance. Visibility mattered now—not as spectacle, but as confirmation. She was still here. Still present. Still unmoved.By midmorning, the first fracture surfaced.Caden found her in the sunroom, tablet in hand, his expression carefully neutral in the way that usually meant the opposite.“On

  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 134 — AFTERSHOCKS

    Aftershocks never announced themselves with drama.They crept in through routine, through moments that should have been ordinary, through conversations that felt familiar until they weren’t. Liana understood this as she returned to the estate, the weight of the meeting still threaded through her awareness, not as anxiety but as residue. Something had moved. Not visibly, not violently—but permanently.The gates closed behind them with their usual muted authority, steel sliding into place with a sound she had heard a thousand times before. Yet today, it carried a different meaning. Not safety. Not confinement.Boundary.Viktor removed his coat as they entered the main hall, his movements unhurried, his composure intact, but she knew him well enough now to recognize the subtle signs of recalibration—the way his shoulders settled, the way his gaze tracked space rather than people, already anticipating adjustments that would need to be made.“You didn’t blink,” he said finally, breaking th

  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 133 — SYMBOLIC GROUND

    The place Liana chose was not neutral.That was the point.Neutral ground implied compromise before conversation even began, a quiet concession that both sides needed equal distance from their own power to speak honestly. Liana did not believe in that kind of honesty. She believed in clarity, and clarity came from context, from forcing truth to exist inside spaces that carried meaning whether the people inside them acknowledged it or not.The location was old—older than Viktor’s current empire, older than Serov’s rise, older even than the networks that now threaded through cities like invisible veins. A restored civic hall overlooking the river, once used for arbitration before power learned to hide itself behind corporate boards and private security. Its architecture was austere but deliberate: high ceilings, stone pillars, wide windows that let light in without offering concealment.No shadows to hide behind.No corners to ret

  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 132 — THE WEIGHT OF WAITING

    Waiting, Liana had learned, was not the absence of movement. It was a discipline. The two days she had granted Serov stretched not as empty hours but as tightly wound intervals, each one humming with intention, every moment thick with decisions not yet spoken aloud. The estate adjusted around that waiting as though it recognized the shift—guards moved with quieter steps, conversations softened before they fully formed, and even the halls seemed to carry sound differently, absorbing it rather than letting it echo. Liana woke early on the first day, not from anxiety but from awareness. Her mind had already been working for hours before her eyes opened, tracing possibilities and contingencies, mapping outcomes that branched and folded back on themselves like living things. She lay still for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, reminding herself that the art of stillness required restraint as much as foresight.

  • Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers    CHAPTER 131 — THE ART OF STILLNESS

    Liana hadn’t realized how much she’d come to recognize the difference between ordinary silence and strategic quiet until that morning, when the estate felt unnervingly still in a way that wasn’t simply peace. It was the stillness before orchestras play, the hush that lives in the space between inhalation and command.Every sound felt amplified against it—the soft rhythm of rain dripping from the roof tiles, the faint murmur of distant guards changing shifts, the quiet scratch of a pen as Viktor signed a series of documents at the long table beside her.He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. His presence was a kind of gravity, drawing the air around him taut without ever demanding attention.When he finally looked up, his gaze was steady but edged with something heavier—fatigue, yes, but also the kind of pressure that came from balancing too many invisible weights at once.“Serov’s meeting request,” Viktor said finally. “He sent another messa

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