All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The following week was nothing short of madness.Liana’s name was still everywhere — from fashion blogs to entertainment headlines, from business pages to celebrity gossip sites. But this time, the narrative had started to shift, thanks to Aiden’s influence. The story wasn’t just Liana Carver, the billionaire’s sister anymore. It was Liana Carver, the young designer redefining elegance.She had spent the past few days in the studio she’d rented downtown, a large open space filled with sketches pinned on walls, rolls of fabric stacked neatly, and the hum of sewing machines filling the air. The smell of coffee and cotton blended strangely well — the scent of dreams turning into reality.Naomi had taken full control as her manager-slash-best-friend-slash-chaos-coordinator. “Okay!” she clapped her hands, walking into the room with her iPad. “We have three models confirmed for the charity show. Aiden’s PR team already reserved the venue — a rooftop overlooking the city skyline. And guess w

The morning after the fashion show was unusually quiet in the Carver mansion.Too quiet.Liana woke up late, sunlight already spilling through her curtains in golden sheets. Her body ached, her throat was dry, but her heart was still racing with the memory of last night — the lights, the applause, the breathtaking moment when her name had been chanted by the crowd.Her dream was finally real.Except… there had also been them.Aiden’s warmth.Draven’s intensity.Viktor’s unreadable gaze.The moment she remembered all three men standing in the same room, her stomach twisted. “Oh no,” she muttered into her pillow. “This is bad. This is very, very bad.”As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a message.> Cassian: Breakfast. Ten minutes. Study.Don’t be late.She groaned. “Great. The Carver Council has summoned me.”She dragged herself out of bed, threw on an oversized cream

The Carver mansion was unusually busy that morning. Assistants moved briskly through the hallways, carrying files, garment bags, and freshly pressed suits. Drivers waited outside. The sound of polished shoes and murmured phone calls echoed faintly in the marble foyer. Leo Carver was heading out of town — and when the eldest Carver traveled, everything had to be perfect. Liana sat at the edge of the grand staircase, watching the controlled chaos unfold with her cup of coffee in hand. She wasn’t used to seeing her brother’s business world up close like this — the suits, the urgency, the authority that followed him like a second skin. He noticed her watching. “You’re up early,” he said, adjusting his cufflinks as he came closer. “I had to see the legend before he flies off to conquer another empire,” she teased. He smirked faintly. “Flattery, Liana?” She shrugged. “Maybe I want something.” “Of course you do.” She put her coffee down and leaned forward. “I want to come with you.”

By the time Cassian found out about Draven Dusk’s uninvited reappearance, the entire mansion was already awake. And tense.He had returned from Milan that morning, still half-dressed from travel, his phone blowing up with missed calls from Leo and Dante. But it was the short, clipped message from the head of security that made his blood turn cold:“Draven Dusk was seen at Miss Carver’s business meeting yesterday.”Cassian didn’t even bother dropping his bag before he stormed upstairs.Liana was in the breakfast room, sketching at the table, her coffee untouched. The moment she saw his face, her pencil stilled.“Cassian?”He didn’t answer right away. He took a breath — calm, measured, terrifyingly controlled. “Tell me it isn’t true.”She blinked. “What?”“Tell me that man wasn’t near you.”Her throat went dry. “He—showed up after my meeting. Just to talk. It wasn’t anything serious.”“Anything s

qThe restaurant Viktor chose wasn’t one that appeared on any map. It sat on the thirty-eighth floor of a private skyscraper, accessible only by a black-coded elevator that recognized his fingerprint. The place was all glass, silver, and quiet luxury — the kind of setting that whispered danger and wealth in equal measure. Liana had told herself a hundred times she wouldn’t come. She told herself it was reckless, stupid, exactly the kind of thing her brothers warned her about. And yet, she was there. She stepped out of the elevator in a simple but striking black dress — one of her own designs, sharp and elegant, with a silver belt that caught the dim light. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she entered the restaurant’s private section. Viktor was already there. Of course he was. He stood near the window, phone in hand, city lights spilling across his profile like a painting in motion. When he looked up a