Lahat ng Kabanata ng Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The soft hum of her sewing machine filled the room, blending with the faint rhythm of rain against the tall studio windows. Liana sat at her drafting table, sketching new silhouettes in fluid strokes, her world narrowed to fabric, form, and light. The scent of chalk and thread hung in the air, soothing her in a way only creation could. Her brand—her dream—was finally taking shape. The first samples had been cut, and her brothers had already sent connections her way. It was everything she’d hoped for—freedom, identity, purpose. Until the door opened. She didn’t even look up at first. “You’re early, Marco. I told you to pick up the fabric rolls first—” “I’m not Marco.” The pen in her hand froze. That voice—low, sharp-edged, unmistakably malevolent beneath its calm—made her blood still. Slowly, she turned. Viktor Moretti stood at the door. T

The mansion was quiet when Liana returned that evening, but the calm was deceptive. Every hallway, every room, carried a weight she couldn’t yet name — a tension that had nothing to do with her alone. She had barely set down her bag when the unmistakable sound of Leo’s boots clicked against the marble floor. “Liana,” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through the air. She looked up, startled. “Leo?” His dark eyes were stormy, the kind of storm that promised consequences if crossed. Behind him, Dante appeared, leaning casually in the doorway, though his eyes were narrowed with suspicion. “Sit,” Leo ordered, gesturing toward the leather chairs in the study. “We need to talk.” Liana’s stomach sank. She knew immediately what this was about. Viktor. “I—” she started, but Leo held up a hand, silencing her. “Don’t,” he said. “I know exactly what y

The next few days passed in a blur of movement, sketches, and the constant hum of ambition. Liana’s studio was no longer just a quiet dream — it was alive. Fabrics in every shade and texture filled the shelves, rolls of silk and satin lined the walls, and the floor carried the scent of thread, ink, and coffee. Her once-empty space now looked like the heart of a real fashion house.Still, as she stood in the middle of it, a pencil tucked behind her ear and a measuring tape around her neck, she knew something was missing.A team.Her brothers could give her the world if she asked. Viktor had offered protection. Draven had connections. Aiden and Dante had already promised to wear her first collection once it launched. But what she truly needed were people who believed in her dream — not because of her last name, but because they saw what she saw.That morning, as sunlight spilled through the tall windows, she sat behind her desk with determination written all over her face. “It’s time,”

Dinner at the Carver mansion was never quiet. It was laughter, teasing, and the clinking of cutlery against fine china — until it wasn’t.That night, the tension was thick enough to choke on.Liana sat at the long mahogany dining table, between Dante and Cassian, with Leo at the head. The chandelier above them spilled soft light over plates of untouched food. Normally, Dante would be halfway through a bottle of wine by now, Cassian would be correcting his posture, and Leo would be making dry comments that somehow made her laugh.But not tonight.Not after the day she had.She tried to act normal, cutting her steak, sipping water, pretending everything was fine. But the Carver brothers were wolves — they could smell a secret before she even opened her mouth.Leo was the first to break the silence. “You met Viktor Moretti today.”The knife nearly slipped from her hand. She froze. Slowly, her eyes lifted to meet his.“How do you—”“Don’t insult me,” Leo said sharply. His tone was quiet,

The following week came faster than Liana expected. Her studio was alive with movement — bolts of fabric stacked high, lighting crews setting up softboxes, stylists running around with coffee and curling irons. The scent of fresh fabric, coffee, and expensive perfume filled the air.Today was the day of her first official photoshoot.The one that would introduce LIA Atelier to the fashion world.Liana stood near the main backdrop, flipping through the shoot plan with Naomi. Her nerves buzzed beneath her calm expression. She’d barely slept last night — half from excitement, half from anxiety.Naomi noticed. “You’re going to be amazing,” she reassured softly. “You’ve done the hard part — designing. This is just showing off your genius.”Liana smiled, though her grip on the folder tightened. “I just want everything to go perfectly.”“It will. Besides…” Naomi’s grin turned sly. “You’ve got star power walking in today.”Liana blinked. “Don’t tell me—”“—Aiden Cross confirmed an hour ago. H