All Chapters of Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Liana stood before the tall black doors of Draven Dusk’s penthouse, her pulse an unsteady rhythm under her skin. Paris stretched beneath her — gold lights over restless streets — but it was the silence behind that door that made her heart beat harder. Cassian’s words still haunted her. He doesn’t forget. He collects. And yet here she was, standing at the door of the man who terrified her brothers, the one they called a manipulator, a man whose power didn’t just command rooms — it consumed them. She wasn’t sure if she was walking into danger or destiny. The doors slid open before she could knock. Draven stood there, wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar open just enough to make her forget how to breathe for a second. The dim light behind him caught the sharp angles of his face — too perfect, too unreadable. “You came,” he said, voice low and quiet, as t

Liana didn’t sleep that night.Every time she closed her eyes, the world shifted back to that dinner table — the dim golden light, Draven’s voice like smoke, the weight of the black folder between them. His words had clawed into her chest like something alive.Freedom. Control. Choice.Things she had fought for her entire life — and now he was offering them on a silver platter. But what he wanted in return… she didn’t even know.By dawn, her decision was still a tangled mess. She stepped into the shower hoping the water would wash it away. It didn’t.When she got downstairs, Leo was already at the dining table. Of course he was — punctual, precise, always in control. The kind of man who could look at a storm and command it to wait its turn.“Morning,” she said softly, sitting opposite him.He glanced up from his tablet. “You came home late again.”“Studio work,” she said quickly, though even she didn’t soun

The next morning, Liana barely slept. She moved through her studio like a ghost drifting between sketch tables and fabric racks, trying to pretend everything was normal. But nothing was normal anymore—not the way her brothers were treating her, not the way her heart kept racing unpredictably, not the way every decision she made now felt like a fuse waiting to ignite something bigger.Her staff kept stealing glances at her, whispering when they thought she couldn’t hear. She didn’t blame them. The energy around her had changed. Even the air felt charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.Just before noon, her receptionist peered into her office. “Miss Carver… someone is here to see you.”Liana didn’t look up from her sketches. “Who?”The receptionist hesitated. “He wouldn’t give a name, but he said you already know who he is.”Her stomach tightened. That could mean only one person.“Send him in,” she said quietly.The door opened, and Draven Dusk walked in like he owned the sun