All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

Night did not fall over the estate so much as it settled into it, slow and deliberate, pressing against the walls like an unseen presence that had every intention of staying. The lights dimmed automatically as evening protocols engaged, security shifting seamlessly into its nocturnal rhythm, but nothing about the atmosphere suggested rest. It felt suspended, as though time itself had paused to watch what would happen next. Liana lay awake, staring at the ceiling, tracing familiar cracks and shadows that no longer felt comforting. The bed was too large, the sheets too still, her body humming with a tension that refused to ease no matter how many deep breaths she took. Somewhere beyond her room, men moved with quiet purpose, footsteps measured, radios kept to whispers. She could sense them more than hear them, like a low vibration beneath the surface of everything. She turned onto her side, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, but the gesture brought no comf

The silence did not retreat after nightfall; it deepened, thickened, settling into the estate like a living thing that had learned the shape of the walls and decided to stay. Even the air felt heavier, charged with the kind of tension that made every small sound feel louder than it should have been. Liana became aware of it the moment she woke, not to an alarm or a knock, but to the unmistakable sense of being watched—not by eyes, but by circumstance itself.She lay still for a long moment, breathing evenly, listening to the subtle indicators of heightened security around her. The faint click of distant doors locking into new sequences. The soft murmur of voices carried through vents and hallways. The estate was awake before she was, already braced for impact.When she finally sat up, she did so slowly, deliberately, as if sudden movement might fracture whatever fragile balance was holding things together. Sunlight crept in through the curtains in narrow bands, pale and unconvincing,

The storm did not pass in the night. It lingered, stubborn and unrelenting, pressing rain against stone and glass with a persistence that felt intentional, as though the sky itself had decided to participate in whatever fracture had begun beneath it. Thunder rolled low and distant, not violent enough to shock, but constant enough to remind everyone inside the estate that the world beyond its walls was no longer calm, no longer neutral. Liana woke to that sound, the dull echo vibrating through the structure, settling into her bones before her eyes even opened. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the rhythm of the rain and the faraway hum of backup generators, aware with a clarity that startled her that this was no longer anticipation. This was movement. She rose slowly, letting the day take shape around her rather than rushing to meet it, because something inside her understood that haste would not help now. The storm had already accelerated things beyond anyone’s control. A