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Chapter 67 – The Weight of the Crown
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Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 129 — WHEN SILENCE BREAKS
Silence never shattered all at once.It fractured.Hairline cracks first—barely perceptible, easily dismissed if you weren’t paying attention. Then came the deeper stress lines, the ones that spread beneath the surface long before anything visibly gave way. Liana felt those fractures the moment she opened her eyes, a subtle shift in the estate’s rhythm that told her stillness had reached its limit.The quiet had changed.It was no longer deliberate.It was strained.She lay still for several seconds, listening not to sound but to movement—data traveling faster through unseen channels, guards repositioning with just a fraction more urgency, systems waking before their scheduled cycles. The estate wasn’t panicking.It was bracing.By the time she dressed and stepped into the corridor, the tension had fully surfaced, threading through the air like a held breath stretched too long. People looked up as she
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 128 — THE COST OF STILLNESS
Stillness, Liana had learned, was rarely peace.More often, it was the pause before consequence—a held breath stretched so thin it began to ache, the silence that followed intent but preceded action. The estate existed within that suspended state now, not calm but calibrated, every corridor and room humming with restraint so disciplined it bordered on reverence.Morning filtered in slowly, pale light diffusing through tall windows and settling across stone floors like a question no one wanted to answer too quickly. Liana woke before the internal system chimed, her body already attuned to the subtle changes that came with pressure sustained too long. She lay still for a moment, listening—not for noise, but for absence. No rushed footsteps. No urgent alerts. No raised voices. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate rather than accidental.It unsettled her more than chaos ever had.She rose and dressed without ceremony, choosing comfort over armor, re
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 127 — CONTROLLED BURNS
Escalation did not arrive with violence.It arrived with precision.Liana understood that the moment she woke to the quiet hum of encrypted alerts pulsing through the estate’s internal network, each one calibrated carefully enough not to trigger alarms, yet frequent enough to deny anyone the comfort of ignorance. This was not chaos breaking loose. This was someone testing how much heat could be applied before structure gave way.She lay still for several seconds, staring at the ceiling, letting awareness fully settle into her bones. There was a difference between being awake and being ready, and today demanded the latter.When she finally rose, the estate already moved with restrained intent. People did not rush. They flowed. Conversations took place in corners and corridors, brief and purposeful, each exchange adding to a larger, unseen architecture of response.In the operations room, Viktor stood at the head of the table, posture relaxed but unmistakably
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 126 — PRESSURE POINTS
Pressure never announced itself.It accumulated quietly, invisibly, settling into the smallest fractures until even the strongest structures began to strain under its weight. Liana felt it long before anyone spoke the word escalation aloud, sensed it in the way conversations paused a beat too long, in how people began choosing their words with greater care, in the subtle recalibration of space around her as though the world itself was adjusting to her presence.The estate woke differently that day.Not hurried. Not alarmed.Alert.Liana noticed it the moment she stepped into the corridor, the air charged with a low current of readiness that had nothing to do with panic and everything to do with anticipation. This was not the chaos of reaction. This was preparation—the kind that came when decisions had already been made and the only thing left was execution.She moved through the halls with quiet confidence, her mind cataloging details automatically. Guards rotated with tighter precisi
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 125 — FAULT LINES
Morning did not arrive gently.It came sharp and decisive, light cutting through the tall windows of the estate like a blade drawn with intent, revealing what the night had carefully blurred. The illusion of stillness fractured the moment the first briefing alert chimed through the internal system, low and resonant, carrying with it the promise of movement.Liana was already awake.Sleep had visited her in fragments—thin, shallow things that never stayed long enough to anchor her. Every time she drifted, her mind circled back to the same truth, the same inexorable pull she could no longer pretend was distant.She had chosen visibility.And visibility demanded motion.She dressed with deliberate care, movements unhurried, as though she were teaching herself patience through repetition. The mirror reflected a woman who looked composed, even calm, but her eyes carried something new beneath their familiar steadiness. Not fear. Not doubt.Resolve.Downstairs, the estate hummed with control
Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers CHAPTER 124 — THE WEIGHT OF CHOOSING
The aftermath of visibility was never loud.That was the first thing Liana understood as the city swallowed them again, the muted hum of traffic and distant sirens replacing the controlled quiet of the private room they had left behind. Fire, once named, did not roar immediately. It settled. It waited. It pressed itself into corners and crevices, testing how much space it was allowed to occupy before it expanded further.The drive back to the estate passed in reflective silence, broken only by the rhythmic sweep of windshield wipers and the occasional murmur of updates relayed through Viktor’s earpiece. Liana watched the city slide past the tinted glass, its lights blurred into elongated streaks by rain and speed, and she felt something unfamiliar coil slowly in her chest.Not fear.Responsibility.It was heavier than fear, less sharp but far more persistent, because it did not demand reaction—it demanded intention. Every move now carried consequence. Every word had weight. She was no
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