Lahat ng Kabanata ng Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The hallway outside Viktor Moretti’s private hospital suite was too silent for comfort, too still for a place where life and death had brushed dangerously close. A nurse passed by occasionally, but even she walked softly—as if the man recovering behind those doors commanded silence even in unconsciousness.Inside the room, Liana sat exactly where she had been for hours, legs slightly curled under her, Viktor’s large hand resting in both of hers. Her fingers traced the faint grazes on his knuckles, every scar a reminder that this man didn’t live a normal life.He lived on the edge of war.She had known it before. Everyone knew it. But seeing him like this—vulnerable, pale, breathing unevenly—turned knowledge into something heavier. Something real.She studied his sleeping face, calm for the first time since the accident. The lines at his brow had smoothed, his lips parted slightly in the kind of deep rest his body had been fighting desperately for.His grip hadn’t loosened.Even uncons

The hallway was cold under Liana’s bare arms, the fluorescent lights flickering faintly above, casting long, pale shadows across the floor. Her brothers flanked her like storm clouds, Cassian on her left, Dante behind her, and Leo on the right, moving with precision born of years of habit: the kind of habit that came from protecting someone they considered untouchable.She felt the weight of their gazes, each brother expressing it differently. Leo’s was sharp, a blade ready to strike; Cassian’s measured, calculating every move; Dante’s restless, unpredictable, like a fire that could spark at any moment. Liana, for once, felt herself caught in the center of a battlefield she hadn’t chosen.“Why did you wait for him?” Leo’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and dangerous. “You could have gone home hours ago.”“I… I couldn’t,” she admitted quietly, her hand brushing against her bag strap. “He needed someone there.”Leo’s jaw flexed. “We all know you’re stubborn. But this… this was reck

The room felt smaller than it had moments ago. Maybe it was the way Viktor looked at her — steady, unblinking, unapologetically intense — or the way Leo stood behind her like a shadow ready to strike. Liana felt the weight of both men pulling at her, stretching her in opposite directions until her chest tightened with an ache she couldn’t quite name.Viktor didn’t release her hand.He held it lightly, not possessive, not demanding… but present. A warm anchor in the cold room.“Did the doctor clear you to sit like that?” she finally asked, trying to find normalness in a moment that was anything but.“No,” Viktor replied, a faint smirk touching the corner of his mouth. “But I did it anyway.”She rolled her eyes, the gesture instinctive. “Of course you did.”Leo’s sharp inhale behind her cut the moment in half. “He thinks this is a joke.”Viktor’s gaze flicked to Liana’s brother, and the softness vanished in an instant, replaced by the dangerous calm he wore like armor. “I don’t joke abo

Gunfire shattered the morning calm.It wasn’t a warning shot. It wasn’t a threat.It was an attack.Instantly, Viktor’s men swarmed the perimeter, shouting orders and drawing weapons. The street exploded into chaos—tires screeching, bullets cracking through the air, shadows moving between cars.Inside the house, the shift was immediate.Leo shoved Liana behind him. “Get to the basement.”Cassian grabbed two guns from the cabinet. “Dante, cover the left side!”Dante was already running to the window. “I see three—no, four armed bastards. Who the hell are these guys?”Viktor didn’t answer. His body had gone still, his expression turning cold and lethal—like someone had flipped a switch inside him.He wasn’t the exhausted patient who had dragged himself out of a hospital bed.He was the man the world feared.The man people whispered about with trembling voices.The man Liana should stay far away from—but somehow kept drifting toward.Leo locked eyes with Viktor, voice razor-sharp. “You b

The moment the front doors of the Carver estate closed behind her, Liana felt the shift.Not the familiar warmth of home.Not the quiet comfort she used to feel walking through these halls.Something colder.Something watching.Something waiting to break.Her brothers had not spoken a word on the drive back from the hospital. Not Leo, whose fists had been clenched on the steering wheel so tight the leather had creaked. Not Cassian, who sat in the front seat with a silence heavy enough to suffocate. Not Dante, who sat beside her, jaw locked, sunglasses hiding eyes that were almost never this still.They had simmered in wordless fury the entire way home.And now that they were finally here, the silence felt too sharp to breathe through.Liana stepped farther into the foyer, her bag slipping off her shoulder. She opened her mouth to speak —But Leo spoke first.“Inside. Living room.