All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The drive back to the Carver mansion felt longer than usual, as if every street stretched itself to hold the weight of Liana’s thoughts. The sky was darkening with heavy clouds, the kind that warned of an evening storm. Beside her, Leo sat stiffly with his arms crossed, his protective energy filling the car like a wall between her and the world outside.She should have felt safe.But she didn’t feel anything close to safe.She felt watched.Not by Leo. Not by any of her brothers.But by Viktor.Even from the hospital bed, even pale and injured, his dark eyes had tracked her. Not possessively. Not like he owned her. But like he was memorizing her, committing every detail to some private place in his mind. As if he knew she wouldn’t be back anytime soon.As if he feared he was losing her.And Liana didn’t know what scared her more — that Viktor might be right… or that she didn’t want him to be.“Lian

Liana had never been good at pretending everything was fine, yet somehow she had spent the entire morning doing exactly that—answering her brothers’ questions with half-truths, keeping her gaze lowered whenever Viktor’s name slipped into the conversation, and biting the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood every time her mind replayed the moment he whispered that he didn’t want to hurt her anymore. The house felt too loud, too crowded with the intensity of her brothers’ overprotective presence, and she kept moving from room to room as if she could outrun the heaviness growing inside her chest. Leo and Marcus argued in the kitchen about something she didn’t catch, probably something petty, but even that familiar noise felt distant, like her mind was wrapped in fog.She tried distracting herself—folding laundry she didn’t need to fold, organizing books that didn’t need organizing, cleaning the same corner three times—but nothing stopped her thoughts from circling back to Viktor

Liana stayed longer than she had planned, not because Viktor asked her to, but because neither of them seemed able to find the right moment to let the conversation end, as if speaking meant keeping the fragile bridge between them intact and silence risked watching it collapse. The late afternoon light faded slowly, turning the room into a gradient of shadow and gold, and Viktor shifted carefully on the couch as the pain in his side grew sharper, though he never once mentioned it. She noticed anyway, of course she did, the way his breathing changed when he moved, the tension in his jaw when he tried to hide discomfort, and the quiet resignation in his eyes when he realized she had seen through him yet again.“You should lie down,” she said softly, for what felt like the tenth time.He exhaled, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint, tired smile. “You sound like my doctor.”“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied, though her smile didn’t quite

Morning arrived without softness, stripped of any gentleness that usually came with dawn. The sky over Viktor’s estate was a pale, bruised gray, heavy with clouds that refused to either break or rain, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Liana had not slept. She lay on the bed fully dressed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, listening to the subtle sounds of movement beyond the walls—guards changing shifts, low murmurs through radios, the quiet readiness of a house preparing for war without calling it one.When the knock finally came, it wasn’t abrupt. It was controlled. Respectful.“Liana,” Viktor’s voice came through the door, calm but unmistakably alert. “It’s time.”Her heart gave a sharp, painful lurch, but she sat up immediately, smoothing her jacket as if the simple act could steady her nerves. When she opened the door, Viktor stood there already dressed, his movements careful but determined, his injury hidden beneath dark clothing that made him

Morning came to the estate not with peace, but with an uneasy stillness that felt heavier than the darkness of the night before. The sun filtered through the tall windows in pale streaks, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily in the air, as though the world itself was unaware of the tension coiled tightly within the walls. Liana woke slowly, her body aching in places she hadn’t realized were tense, her mind already racing before her eyes fully opened. For a brief, fragile moment, she lay still, listening to the muffled sounds of the house coming alive—soft footsteps, distant murmurs, the low hum of security systems recalibrating.She sat up, pressing a hand to her chest as she exhaled deeply. Sleep had offered little refuge. Her dreams had been crowded with shadows and unfinished conversations, with Viktor’s steady gaze and Serov’s unseen presence looming just beyond reach. There was no clear line between rest and readiness anymore; everything blended into one long state of awar