All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The studio buzzed with quiet activity, the hum of sewing machines blending with the soft clatter of pins, scissors, and fabric. Liana moved gracefully between mannequins, adjusting the placement of draping silk, checking a sketch against a partially completed design. Her team worked with precision, following her directions as if they were notes from a composer—they were, in essence, orchestrating her vision.She paused at the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene. The atelier felt alive, almost magical, each corner of the room telling a story of dedication and passion. It had become more than just a workspace. It was a statement: Liana Carver was here, fully present in her own world, and the world was beginning to take notice.A soft knock on the door drew her attention. She turned just as Dante entered, carrying a small bundle of fabrics, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. “I swear, I’m not here to distract you… though it’s hard to resist.” He held the fabrics aloft li

The following morning, Liana arrived at the atelier earlier than usual. The early sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting off the polished surfaces and illuminating the vibrant fabrics scattered across tables. She moved through the space with a sense of purpose, checking orders, reviewing sketches, and noting every small detail of her ongoing projects.But despite the calm that the sunlight suggested, a tension lingered in the air. The encounter yesterday with the persistent admirer of Draven Dusk had left her alert. She knew it wasn’t an isolated incident; in the world she was carving out for herself, rivalries, obsessions, and power plays were inevitable. Liana had worked too hard to let anything—or anyone—undermine her vision.Her assistant, Marla, approached cautiously, holding a tablet filled with messages and updates. “Miss Liana, we received some inquiries this morning. There are a few people asking for private viewings of the

The next morning, the sky was clear—endlessly blue, calm, and wide open. It felt poetic, almost like the universe had decided to match Liana’s mood. Her brothers had planned the maiden flight for today, and despite pretending to be composed, she could barely keep still.She stood at the private airstrip again, but this time the jet didn’t feel intimidating. It felt like home waiting to happen. A symbol of everything she had built, everything she could still become.Dante was already there, leaning against one of the SUVs with his sunglasses on and his usual smirk plastered across his face. “Took you long enough, fashion queen,” he teased as she approached.Liana rolled her eyes but smiled. “I had to pick the right outfit. You don’t fly in your own jet in just anything.”“You could wear a trash bag and still look like royalty,” Dante said, straightening as Cassian and Leo joined them from behind.Leo glanced at her, eyes scanning her

Paris had a strange way of holding memories in its air—soft laughter between cafés, whispered confessions under lamp posts, promises folded into the wind. For Liana, it was all becoming too real, too vivid, and too close to something she wasn’t ready to name.It had been three days since the dinner with Draven Dusk, and every hour since then seemed to hum with quiet tension. He hadn’t called, hadn’t texted—but she could feel him everywhere, in the corners of the city, in the way her pulse jumped every time her phone buzzed.Her brothers would never understand this fragile connection, the odd warmth that came from someone who looked like danger but treated her as though she were art.And yet, that morning, as sunlight painted the Seine in shades of pale gold, she forced herself to focus on her reason for being there—her designs.Mira entered the suite, tablet in hand. “You have two meetings today—one with La Maison du Verre, and another with t

The next morning, Paris looked deceptively calm. Golden sunlight spilled through the glass walls of the hotel suite, but the atmosphere inside was anything but serene. Liana sat at the breakfast table, stirring her coffee absently. She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of the night before — Cassian’s furious stare, Leo’s disappointed silence, and Draven’s voice echoing softly against the Paris skyline: “Maybe I’m the kind of bad that reminds you how alive you are.” It should have frightened her. It didn’t. It thrilled her in ways she didn’t want to admit. Mira entered the room quietly. “Miss Carver, your brothers requested to see you in the conference suite.” Liana’s spoon froze mid-stir. “Both of them?” “Yes.” She sighed, set the cup down, and stood. “Let’s get this over with.” >>>>> The conference suite was as cold and polis