My Crazy Protective Brothers
Dairy
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
"Finally, I’m alone... I can’t believe I’m really in the novel... I thought this only happens in novels?"
She whispered to herself, the disbelief still heavy in her tone. Her bare feet sank into the plush velvet carpet as she took a slow step forward, eyes wide with wonder.
The room was nothing short of opulent. Gold-trimmed drapes framed tall arched windows, where the moonlight poured in like silver silk, casting a soft glow across the polished marble floor. A chandelier made of enchanted crystal floated above her, glowing gently with a light that shifted hues like a sunrise caught in glass.
An intricately carved canopy bed sat at the center of the room, draped in sheer, silken curtains the color of royal midnight. The headboard was adorned with inlaid sapphires and woven threads of starlight, sparkling faintly like constellations. Every piece of furniture—from the velvet chaise lounge to the ivory vanity table—screamed wealth, refinement, and magic.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
"Let’s take a look if there’s something here I could use…" she murmured, making her way toward an elegant dresser with gilded handles.
She opened a drawer slowly, the faint scent of roses and aged parchment wafting out. Inside were ornate hairpins, silk gloves, and a small, velvet-covered book tucked carefully in the corner. She picked it up—its cover bore the sigil of the royal family, embossed in silver and warm to the touch, as if holding secrets it wanted to whisper only to her.
She turned, eyes scanning the rest of the room. A golden-framed mirror stood in the corner, its surface not reflecting her true image, but a version of her dressed in regal attire, looking stronger… powerful.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
“What kind of role… did I fall into?”
She loosened the faded red ribbon and opened the diary again, her fingers trembling slightly. The handwriting inside was elegant, with soft curves and confident strokes. The first words at the top of the page read:
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
“Property of Elizabeth Hael Maximum.”
Her chest tightened. That name… the body she was in now… belonged to this girl.
She skimmed the opening pages, where the tone was light, almost cheerful:
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “Sometimes, I think I’m the luckiest girl alive. Papa calls me his sunshine. Mama never lets me go to sleep without kissing my forehead, no matter how busy she is with charity events or fashion galas. My brothers? God, they’re a nightmare. Charleston is always treating me like I’m twelve, and Yumo—ugh—he thinks he owns the world. But deep down, I know they’d burn the world if anyone hurt me.”
Her lips curved slightly. Elizabeth… was loved. Fiercely loved.
But then the next page revealed another layer.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “Most people would kill to be me. The daughter of Mr. Anthony Drake Maximum and Mrs. Bethany Yumo Maximum—the ultimate power couple. My dad, the empire builder. My mom, the queen of high society. And my brothers? Heirs to the Maximum legacy.”
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “But here’s the truth: I hate the spotlight. I begged them to let me live normal—at least at school. So far, it’s worked. No one at Crescent High Academy knows who I am. They just think I’m some quiet girl with perfect grades and designer sneakers.”
She flipped to the next page, and her breath caught.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “What they don’t know? My family isn’t just rich. They’re untouchable. Papa isn’t just a tycoon—he’s the most powerful man in the country. The Maximum Empire owns everything from media to tech to real estate. But under the champagne and red carpets, there’s blood. A dark side no one dares speak of.”
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “Our name doesn’t just open doors—it shuts mouths. We’re not just business royalty. We’re a dynasty with roots in the Mafia. We don’t negotiate. We control.”
The last line was bold, ink pressed deep into the paper.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
> “And one day… all of this will be mine.”
She slammed the diary shut, her heartbeat echoing in the silent luxury of the room. Gold-trimmed walls, silk curtains, a bed big enough to swallow her whole—and yet, she felt trapped. This wasn’t just a girl’s life. It was a throne.
A throne built on secrets and shadows.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
“i hate to say this but.....,” she whispered, staring at the name engraved on the diary cover.
Elizabeth Hael Maximum
“i need to leave...”
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