LOGIN(Author’s POV)
The car skidded to a halt at the grand entrance of Valencrest Hospital, one of the most elite medical institutions in the country. Tall, shining glass panels, lush interiors, and a lobby that resembled more of a five-star hotel than a hospital. Valencrest was where billionaires were treated, secrets were protected, and the best doctors worked behind closed, secured doors.
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(Author’s POV)The grand double doors of the Skylar mansion opened slowly. The family entered with slow steps. The usual liveliness of the estate was nowhere to be found. The house felt empty.Alexander Skylar’s absence was loud in every corner of the mansion he once built, once ruled, once filled with laughter and legacy. No one said a word. Not even Aurora.They just dispersed, Owen silently climbing the stairs, Ryan removing his tie as he walked toward his room, Asher dragging his feet, Ian moving without a single bounce in his step. Aurora walked to her room and collapsed onto her bed, not crying, just staring at the ceiling.Still. Quiet. But not for long.After a while, the door creaked open, and Owen stood
(Author’s POV)The grand doors were gently closed. The murmur of arriving guests faded into respectful silence. The warm glow of the cathedral lights reflected off the stained glass, casting soft hues of crimson, sapphire, and gold onto the floor.The air was thick not just with grief, but reverence.The church bell rang once. Then, the priest entered. An elderly man in long black robes, with silver-rimmed glasses and a calm grace in his steps, slowly approached the pulpit. His voice, when he spoke, carried clearly to every corner of the vast hall.“We are gathered here not only to mourn a man but to honor a life that moved mountains”.Eyes welled with tears. Some heads bowed. Aurora, sitting between Ian and
(Author’s POV)The solemn stillness in the air deepened as the clock ticked forward. The staff moved quietly in the background, the mansion wrapped in subdued shades of silence.Owen remained seated with Mark and Sophie, their presence offering a calm, grounded comfort.And then, Ryan descended the staircase. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his usually sharp and confident features were subdued today, eyes dimmed, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists at his side.He approached slowly, giving a respectful nod to Aurora’s parents before shaking Mark’s hand and accepting Sophie’s soft embrace.Shortly after, Asher appeared, his walk slower than usual. Though always the charming one, today his charm was b
(Author’s POV)The golden hue of early morning poured into the room, gentle and quiet. Nothing had changed and yet, everything had.Alexander still lay peacefully, as if in slumber. And just like last night, his sons remained near him.Aurora stirred first, slowly opening her eyes to find herself nestled between Owen and Asher on the long couch. Their heads leaned near her shoulders, faces marked with fatigue, grief, and the kind of emotional exhaustion words couldn’t describe.Ryan was in the armchair, arms folded, his breathing steady, his head tilted back, lost in an uneasy sleep. Ian lay near the bed, on the small rug, his fingers resting gently against the blanket covering Alexander’s feet almost as if holding on to whatever presence he could feel.
(Author’s POV)The world outside was slowly shifting into dusk, the mansion cloaked in a quiet that only comes after a storm of emotions. Inside Alexander’s room, time had stilled.Aurora sat on the floor between Ian and Asher, both of whom rested their heads on her shoulders. Tears had stopped for now but their eyes still burned, rimmed with red and exhaustion.They weren’t speaking. They just needed her. And she was there.Meanwhile, the soft creak of footsteps echoed as Ryan and Owen descended the grand staircase.No words passed between them, but their faces still carved with sorrow were now lined with quiet determination. Their grief would not stop them from giving their father the farewell he deserved.
(Author’s POV)The black Skylar car pulled into the long stone driveway, passing the familiar front gates. The mansion stood tall, regal as always but something about it felt different now.Too still. Too quiet.“Alright, let’s go find out what ‘important’ emergency Owen cooked up this time. Maybe he found gray hair” Inside the car, Ian stretched his arms and yawned.Aurora gave him a tight smile, but her hand gripped the door handle a bit too firmly.The car stopped. The driver stepped out and opened the back door. Ian hopped out first, full of casual energy. Aurora followed, slower, her instincts prickling.As they approached the front d
(Author’s POV)Owen’s frustration had only grown throughout the day. Every meeting, every report, and every single conversation at the office had been filled with irritation, his patience running razor-thin.
(Owen’s POV)My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of the early morning sun streaming through the curtains. I blinked a few times, my mind still foggy, trying to piece together where I was. The unfamiliar warmth
(Aurora’s POV)I gave a few final instructions to the maids regarding the evening preparations after lunch. As I exited the kitchen to head back to my room, faint voices caught my attention. I paused, tilting my h
(Aurora’s POV)Owen sat on the ground, his body trembling as he wept. The weight of his emotions had completely broken him. I had been silently watching him from a distance, and couldn't bear to see him like this







