All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

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