LOGIN(Aurora’s POV)
For the first time that evening, I felt at ease.
I had started the night feeling out of place, an outsider among elites, but Ian’s company had changed everything. He had this effortless way of making me laugh, of making me forget where we were and who was watching.
We stood in a quiet corner, away f
(Owen’s POV)I was sitting in the backseat of my car, my jaw clenched tightly, my fingers gripping the phone as the scenes from earlier replayed in my head. The vulgar headlines, the doctored photos, the vicious comments, all aimed at her. At Aurora.My heart burned with rage, my expression as cold as steel. Without wasting another second, I opened the group chat I shared with my brothers and Aurora and typed furiously.Owen: Everyone come back to the mansion. Now! I don’t care what you’re doing, drop it and come home.Not waiting for replies, I switched to calling. The line rang for a second before Ian picked up.“Are you in college?” I demanded immediately.
(Author’s POV)The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Skylar mansion as breakfast came and went without incident. The clinking of cutlery, occasional small talk, and the comforting aroma of toast and brewed coffee filled the air, but nothing out of the ordinary happened at the table.Asher, who had returned from a late-night shoot only hours ago, was still catching up on sleep. He’d slipped into the house quietly in the early morning, his footsteps light and deliberate, and had gone straight to his room without disturbing anyone.Owen, despite the storm brewing inside him, maintained a composed exterior. He dressed neatly for work, exchanged a few words here and there, and left for his office with his usual air of calm efficiency. No one noticed the way his hands clenched slightly when n
(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
(Ian’s POV)I stood by my sleek black car, leaning casually against the door with my hands in my pockets. The chilly morning breeze ruffled my hair, but I barely noticed. My mind was occupied with thoughts of Auro
(Author’s POV)Aurora leaned slightly forward on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen."Did you see that pass? That was incredible!" She exclaimed, her voi
(Ian’s POV)I was walking down the hallway with my friends, laughter and light banter filling the air as we made our way toward the cafeteria. It had been a busy morning with back-to-back classes, and I was lookin
(Aurora’s POV)The warm breeze rustled through the trees as Mia and I strolled around the college grounds, enjoying the fresh air. My mood had been off since morning, my thoughts consumed by Ian and that girl I sa







