Lahat ng Kabanata ng Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Liana woke to the smell of roses.Hundreds of them.The moment she opened her eyes, her vision filled with soft blush petals scattered across her sheets, her floor, her vanity. They glowed faintly under the morning light, a delicate sea of pink and white that made her room look like something out of a fairytale.She blinked in disbelief, sitting up slowly. “What in the world…”The door creaked open, and Dante peeked in with a grin far too smug for that hour of the morning. “Surprise!”“Dante!” she gasped, covering her face with her hands. “You didn’t—”“Oh, I did,” he said proudly, sauntering in with his usual theatrical flair. “You needed something beautiful to wake up to. Consider it a Monday mood boost.”She threw a pillow at him. “You’re insane!”He caught it effortlessly and tossed it back on the bed. “And you’re welcome. Breakfast will be in your garden today. Don’t be late—Leo hates cold croissants.”Then he was gone, leaving her surrounded by the scent of roses and laughter.E

The mansion was quieter than usual that morning.Rain tapped gently against the tall glass windows, softening the edges of the city beyond. Liana sat in the breakfast room, tracing the rim of her teacup, lost in thought. Aria had stayed the night — her suite was right down the hall — and somehow, her presence had changed everything.It wasn’t just Leo who was different.The entire house seemed to breathe differently around her.Lighter. Calmer. But also sharper.Even Cassian had treated her with a rare kind of respect, and Dante — ever the flirt — seemed careful with his words for once. Aria Thorne wasn’t just beautiful; she was powerful in a quiet, effortless way that demanded equilibrium wherever she went.And Liana admired her for it.She was about to take another sip when the door opened. Aria entered, wrapped in a satin robe the color of champagne, her hair still damp from the shower. She carried her calm like perfume — the kind of presence that filled a room before she even spok

The morning light streamed through the tinted windows of Leo Carver’s car, slicing gold across the leather seats. The city unfurled outside in a blur of steel and glass — his domain, his kingdom. Beside him, Liana sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, gaze lost in the skyline. She didn’t ask where they were going until the car turned into the private underground entrance of Carver Tower — the headquarters of the Carver empire. “You didn’t tell me we were going to your office,” she said softly. Leo didn’t glance her way. “If I did, you’d have found a reason not to come.” Her lips parted. “I just thought… you don’t like mixing business with—” “Family?” he interrupted smoothly. “You are business now, Liana. The Carver name isn’t a private thing. It’s a brand. A statement.” She looked down, not sure if that was comforting or terrifying. As they stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor, the contrast between her and his world was almost painful. Everything was sleek,

The next morning, Liana woke earlier than usual — before Cassian’s staff began their quiet routines, before Leo’s study lights flickered on, before Dante’s music started vibrating through the halls. For the first time in a long while, her mind wasn’t clouded by other people’s expectations. It was alive, buzzing with plans. She made her coffee herself that morning, ignoring the startled look of the maid who had tried to take the cup from her hand. “I’ve got it,” she said, smiling. “I’m practicing being self-sufficient.” The maid blinked in confusion. No one in the Carver mansion ever practiced anything — they commanded, and it was done. But Liana didn’t care. She sat by the window, sipping her coffee slowly, sketchbook open to a fresh page. This one wasn’t for designs. It was for ideas. Studio space. Staff. Supplies. Investors. The words sat there like small mountains she was determined to climb. She didn’t want to run to Leo for every step, or Cassian for business advice.

The next morning began quietly. For once, the mansion wasn’t humming with the usual symphony of movement — no staff rushing about, no Dante yelling from the kitchen, no Cassian pacing on a call. The world outside her window felt still, peaceful, and Liana allowed herself to savor that calm.She woke early, wrapped herself in one of the silk robes Cassian had bought her from Paris, and wandered to her balcony. The air was cool and clear, brushing softly against her face as she looked down at the gardens below — her favorite view in the whole estate.It was easy to forget, sometimes, that she hadn’t always belonged here. The fountains, the roses, the glimmering marble paths — it had all once felt like a dream too fragile to touch. Now, it was her reality.And yet, there was something stirring inside her lately. A new kind of hunger. Not for comfort, not for approval — but for creation, for purpose.Her fashion studio had been running for just over a month, and though it was still small,