Masuk(Aurora’s POV)
Mr. Skylar turned to one of the maids with a firm, but polite, instruction.
"Please take Aurora to her room and kindly ensure she is comfortable" He said, his voice carrying an air of finality.
The maid, a quiet woman with a composed expression, nodded and stepped forward, her gaze briefly meeting mine.&n
(Author’s POV)Days passed like a soft breeze in the Skylar mansion, warm, serene, filled with laughter and quiet moments of love. Aurora’s world seemed to have settled into a rhythm that felt almost too good to be true. Every morning, she woke up to the warmth of her husbands’ presence, and every evening, she went to bed knowing she was cherished.But perhaps the most surprising and refreshing part of her days now was her time with Elara.Elara had quickly become an irreplaceable part of Aurora’s life. Though both of their schedules kept them busy during weekdays, Aurora with her college and Elara with her demanding job at Owen’s company, they always carved out time on Saturdays or Sundays to meet.Sometimes, they would sit in Aurora’
(Author’s POV)The dining room was warm and filled with the faint aroma of freshly cooked food. Aurora moved around the table with graceful ease, arranging the last of the dishes with the maids’ help. She had just set the final bowl down when she heard footsteps approaching.Ian was the first to enter, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. His lips curved into a soft smile when he saw her, and without hesitation, he walked over, leaned down, and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.Aurora felt her face warm up but smiled back.“Go sit” She murmured softly.“Yes, ma’am” He teased with a wink before taking his seat beside her.M
(Author’s POV)Aurora curled up on the large, soft couch in the living room, the moonlight slanting through the tall windows casting a warm glow over her. The mansion was quiet at this hour, the faint hum of the staff working in distant parts of the house, the occasional rustle of wind outside.She had changed into a loose cream sweater and shorts, her hair left open, giving her a soft, relaxed look. A novel rested in her hands, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation she’d had with Elara earlier that day. The bond they had formed so quickly warmed her heart.The faint sound of tires crunching against the gravel driveway caught her attention. Her heart gave a small leap, she knew that sound. She closed her book and placed it on the couch, her eyes fixed on the entrance as she heard
(Author’s POV)Aurora sat quietly for a moment, letting the silence between them stretch just enough to make Elara feel comfortable before she spoke.“So, Elara, tell me about yourself. Your family, what you like to do, anything you’d like to share. I’d love to know the person I just helped bring into our company” Aurora said softly, resting her chin on her hand and giving the girl her full attention.Elara hesitated, her hands clutching her coffee cup as though it were her lifeline. She had never been the kind of person to share much about herself, but there was something about Aurora’s tone, so warm, so unpretentious that made her feel safe. She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the cup as she spoke.“I… I h
(Author’s POV)Before she heard Owen's voice, Elara was still in shock that "The Skylars" had defended her.“Your résumé” He said simply.Elara blinked rapidly, caught off guard, but scrambled to pull the neatly folded papers from her bag. Her hands trembled as she handed them over, her chest rising and falling quickly from nerves.Owen accepted the document, his eyes scanning line by line with the kind of intensity that could intimidate anyone. But Aurora knew him well, his slight hum of acknowledgment, the way his brows twitched upward just a fraction, meant only one thing. He was impressed.“Your qualifications are top-notch. More than most who apply here” Finally, Owen lowered t
(Author’s POV)The girl was somewhat aback to learn that the woman she had assumed belonged to an elite family was actually ‘The Owen Skylar's wife’. She instinctively stepped back, her whole body trembling. “M-My name… it’s… Elara…” Her voice cracked, and she fidgeted with the file she still held in her arms.Owen’s sharp eyes flicked toward her briefly, but his face gave nothing away. Flat, unreadable, cold even because to him, no one else mattered the way Aurora did. He wasn’t cruel, but he had no reason to offer softness to strangers.Aurora noticed Elara shrinking under his gaze, so she quickly explained, her voice filled with quiet anger.“She’s the girl I bumped into earlier downstairs. Do you know why she was crying outside, Owen?” Aurora’s tone sharpened, her protective instinct rising.“Because one of your department heads insulted her, called her worthless, dismissed her for being late by a minute and for her clothes. Instead of judging her on her talent, he crushed her sp
(Aurora’s POV)I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. My room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting warm light across the walls. The peaceful silence of the nig
(Ian’s POV)I was lounging at the back of the classroom with my friends. The classroom was buzzing with chatter and laughter as there was still time for our professor to arrive. I leaned back in my chair while lis
(Owen’s POV)For the first time in many years, my brothers and I are at home together. It just brings back memories of how we used to spend weekends playing together as kids, especially with our mother.
(Ian’s POV)I leaned casually against my car, scrolling through my phone as I waited for Aurora. My mind drifted to our tense, quiet drives the past few days, and I sighed.







