LOGIN(Author’s POV)
The moment they stepped out of the Skylar Mansion, Aurora was about to head towards what she assumed was their usual luxury car when she suddenly halted mid-step.
Her jaw dropped.
Right in front of them, parked elegantly in the grand driveway, was a sleek black limousine, its polished exterior gleaming un
(Author’s POV)Aurora was sitting at a small, elegant table with a cup of tea and her phone propped up on a stand, deep in a video call with her mother, Sophie.Aurora wore a light knitted cardigan over her dress, her hair tied loosely, giving her an effortlessly graceful appearance. Her face was lit up with a soft smile as she talked, her voice light and affectionate."You look happy, my sweetheart. How’s everything going at home?" Sophie asked."Everything’s good, Mom. The birthday went beautifully. Papa was so happy yesterday” She said with a smile on her face.“Papa, hmm? You’re already calling him that” Sophie teased her and Aurora chuckled lightly.
(Owen’s POV)The morning sun poured into my office through the massive floor-to-ceiling window, bathing the space in a soft golden hue. I was sitting alone in my high-backed leather chair, my posture relaxed yet thoughtful. One hand rested beneath my chin, fingers tapping lightly against my jaw as I stared out at the vast expanse of bright blue sky.My mind wasn’t on business today. Instead, my thoughts drifted to the warmth of the previous night, to the laughter that echoed in the Skylar mansion, to the look in my father’s eyes when we all stood beside him once again… whole.My heart tugged softly.Aurora. Everything led back to her. She was the reason my father smiled again like he used to. She was the reason my brothers and I stood side by sid
(Author’s POV)The sky was slowly darkening, stars beginning to peek through the fading twilight as the cool air surrounded them. Alexander still hadn’t turned to face his sons, but something in the silence had shifted, grown heavier, more fragile.Then, it was Ian who broke it, his voice uncertain but honest.“We thought… if we stayed away, it would hurt less” Alexander remained silent, his gaze still lifted skyward.“Every year we remember her. Every year, we miss her. But facing you, this house, the memories… it was like reopening a wound that never healed” Ryan continued softly.“We were angry, Dad. At fate… at ourselves… maybe even at you for not falli
(Author’s POV)As Alexander stared at the gift in his hands, this living memory of his wife, his sons, and now Aurora, his chest tightened. His heart, already heavy with joy, love, and a flood of emotions long buried, felt like it couldn’t hold any more.The smile on his face trembled.He swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from spilling, but it was becoming too much. Memories rushed in like waves, the sound of his wife’s laughter, the feel of his sons’ tiny hands, the echo of a time when this house was filled with warmth.Without a word, Alexander gently placed the frame down on the table with utmost care, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.Everyone noticed the sudden shift in hi
(Author’s POV)Aurora clapped her hands lightly and said with a bright smile."We'll start with the youngest Skylar first!" Everyone’s gaze immediately shifted toward Ian, who stood at the end of the line of brothers. He blinked once, then let out a small, resigned breath.Even in this lighthearted moment, Aurora's order felt absolute.He walked forward slowly, his jaw tight but expression calm. Holding the box in both hands, he stopped in front of Alexander, and for a second, they just looked at each other."Happy Birthday, Dad” Then Ian finally spoke, softly but clearly. Alexander’s face lit up with a broad, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
(Author’s POV)As the warmth of the moment lingered in the air, Aurora turned her head slightly, her eyes finding the Skylar brothers. She gave them a soft, encouraging smile, the kind that spoke volumes without saying a word."Now it’s your turn. Come on, wish your papa and make him eat” With a sweet nudge in her voice, she said.The brothers exchanged glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes. But then, they looked at Aurora again, her smile, her hope, her unwavering belief in this family. That was enough.Slowly, one by one, they stepped forward. Ian was first. He held out a piece of cake."Happy birthday… Dad” His voice is steady but low. Alexander's lips quivered as he accepted it, holdi
(Author’s POV)The living room was unusually quiet, a rare moment where all four brothers were present but engrossed in their own worlds.Owen stood near the staircase
(Aurora’s POV)The next day, I was walking through the grand halls of the Skylar mansion. For the first time since my marriage, the mansion felt peaceful. My husbands were all out, and there was no looming presenc
(Aurora’s POV)The sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow through the grand windows of the Skylar mansion. I stepped out of my room, stretching my limbs after hours spent curled up with a book. The quietness
(Aurora’s POV)The hours felt endless as I stood near the edge of the ballroom, my feet aching in my heels and my energy waning. The constant buzz of conversation, laughter, and music blurred into a monotonous hum. All I wanted was to leave and retreat to the solitude of my room, but Owen was still







