Lahat ng Kabanata ng Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The chandeliers of the Hale Corporation’s anniversary gala glistened like frozen stars, casting sharp light over silk gowns and black tuxedos. Liana stood at the edge of the hall, champagne flute in hand, her back straight despite the whispers pricking her from every corner. She had learned to endure humiliation in silence. It had become her armor.Her husband, Victor Hale, strode across the marble stage like he owned not just the building, but the entire city. He was tall, immaculately dressed, with the kind of smile that charmed investors and shattered hearts. For three years, she had called him her husband. For three years, she had convinced herself that enduring coldness and neglect was still better than returning to the empty loneliness she had known before him.Tonight would destroy that illusion once and for all.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice rolled like thunder, amplified by the hall’s perfect acoustics, “thank you for joining us on this milestone. Hale Corporation wo

The city’s heartbeat was relentless, a rhythm of horns, voices, and rushing feet. For Liana, every step on the crowded sidewalk felt like a declaration: I am free.The suitcase she pulled behind her was light—most of her belongings had been left behind in the Hale mansion. Jewelry, gowns, the countless trappings of wealth—all of it had been meaningless, bought to cage her rather than to honor her. The only things she carried now were her documents, a few cherished books, and the determination not to look back.She had rented a modest two-bedroom apartment on the twenty-first floor of a downtown complex. It wasn’t glamorous, but when she stepped inside and locked the door, the silence felt hers alone. She pressed her back to the door, closing her eyes. For the first time in years, she wasn’t being watched, judged, or dismissed.No more Miranda’s mocking laughter.No more Victor’s cold indifference.No more suffocating pretense of being the “perfect wife.”Her phone buzzed. It was a tex

Silence.The word hung in the air like a thunderclap.Liana stared at the man beside her, her mind refusing to process what he had just said. Superstar Dante Carver—the nation’s darling, the voice that filled stadiums, the face plastered across magazines—was sitting inches away, gazing at her with a softness she didn’t understand.And he had called her… sister.Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her pulse thudded in her ears, faster and faster until the room itself seemed to sway.“You must be mistaken,” she whispered finally, shaking her head. “I don’t have brothers. I grew up in a small town. My parents—” She stopped, swallowing hard. Even now, the bitterness of her childhood clung to her tongue. The parents who had chosen debts and obligations over her happiness, who had married her off to Victor like she was nothing but currency.Leo’s steady, unblinking gaze broke into her spiraling thoughts. “He’s not mistaken.”Her head whipped toward him. “You too?”Leo leaned forward sli

The morning sunlight spilled across silk curtains, too bright, too golden. Liana stirred awake in a bed so vast it could have swallowed her entire apartment back in Victor’s penthouse. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the silence. No clattering from Miranda in the kitchen, no sharp voice demanding her obedience.Just quiet.And yet, the weight in her chest wouldn’t lift.A knock sounded at the door. Before she could answer, it swung open. Dante bounded in, casual in a white T-shirt and joggers, holding two cups of coffee. “Rise and shine, princess.”Liana blinked at him. “Princess?”“You’d prefer ‘rockstar’s baby sister’?” he teased, plopping onto the edge of her bed like he belonged there. He handed her a steaming cup. “Hazelnut latte. I remembered you mentioned once you liked nutty flavors.”Her lips parted. She hadn’t realized he’d been listening. “Thanks,” she murmured, wrapping her hands around the cup.The warmth seeped into her palms, but it didn’t soothe her nerves. H

Dante leaned back against the velvet couch, his arms crossed, but his eyes never left Liana. The moment her phone had slipped from her hand and those troubling words flashed on the screen, she had gone pale. He’d seen panic like that before—on fans cornered by scandal, on people pushed into a spotlight they weren’t ready for. But with Liana, it cut deeper. This was his sister. His little sister. And he’d be damned if he let her drown in fear.“Hey,” Dante said lightly, deliberately softening his voice. He reached out and tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze away from the floor. “Don’t worry about that message. Leo and Cassian will take care of it. You’ve got the two scariest men in the country on your side. Trust me, whoever sent it won’t even dare breathe once they find out.”Liana bit her lip. “But what if it’s Victor?”“Then even better,” Dante replied smoothly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ve been dying to see that man fall flat on his face. Let our dear brothers