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The grand staircase creaked softly as Owen and Aurora descended side by side. Aurora had freshly brushed hair tucked behind her ears and wore a light pastel dress, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Owen looked calm and content, his hand gently resting on the small of her back as they stepped into the living room, where Asher, Ryan, and Ian were already lo
(Author’s POV)The grand living room of Skylar mansion was unusually silent, the kind of silence that clung to the walls like grief. James sat near the entrance, his phone in hand, trying over and over again to reach Asher.Call after call. Still unreachable.He let out a breath of frustration and sorrow, his thumb hovering over Ian’s contact, ready to try the next person.But just then, the front doors opened. Asher walked in, brushing dust from his jacket, his expression relaxed from the scouting trip. James stood up immediately, phone trembling slightly in his hands.“I…I was trying to reach you sir but the network was unreachable”.“Yeah, I
(Author’s POV)In RS Enterprise, the boardroom was buzzing with quiet intensity. The long oval table was surrounded by top-level executives, heads of departments, analysts, all focused on the large LED screen displaying graphs and projections for the next quarter.At the head of the table sat Ryan Skylar, his posture straight, expression sharp, dressed immaculately in a tailored navy suit. His pen tapped lightly against his notepad as he listened to a senior manager presenting a strategic growth plan.On his right, his assistant took notes swiftly, occasionally stealing glances at Ryan’s phone that buzzed on silent mode… once… twice… a third time. Ryan didn’t flinch. His focus was absolute.But when the assistant’s own phone l
(Author’s POV)Alexander’s room was quiet…too quiet. A gentle breeze flowed in through the slightly cracked window, moving the sheer curtains with soft rustles. The sunlight didn’t feel warm today, it felt dim, dull, like it too was bracing for something.The nurse, who had been carefully noting Alexander’s vitals, furrowed her brows. Something was off.His breathing… it had changed. More labored. More shallow. His skin had paled a shade further. His fingers, once occasionally twitching with life, now lay still on the white sheets.She immediately stood up, quickly but calmly, and walked out into the hallway. Her heart raced.Down the corridor, James stood speaking with another staf
(Author’s POV)The grand staircase creaked softly as Owen and Aurora descended side by side. Aurora had freshly brushed hair tucked behind her ears and wore a light pastel dress, her cheeks slightly flushed.Owen looked calm and content, his hand gently resting on the small of her back as they stepped into the living room, where Asher, Ryan, and Ian were already lounging on the couches, half-scrolling through their phones and half-chatting about their plans for the day.The moment the three brothers saw them walking in together, their eyes narrowed like synchronized predators sensing something… interesting.Ian noticed the pink tint on Aurora’s face immediately and smirked.“Well, well, well,” H
(Author’s POV)The long marble dining table gleamed under the soft golden chandelier light. The aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the air, roasted vegetables, creamy pasta, grilled meats, and Aurora’s special garlic butter rolls that had become a family favorite.Alexander was resting upstairs under the nurse’s care, and though his absence was felt, tonight was one of those rare nights where the air wasn’t heavy with worry but filled with light-hearted warmth.Aurora sat between Ian and Owen, passing a basket of rolls across to Asher, who had already helped himself to a second serving of pasta.“I swear, if you keep eating like this, I’m going to have to sew a new tux for your next award” Owen quipped, reaching for his wate
(Author’s POV)Aurora was sitting quietly near the back of the spacious, well-lit lecture hall. Her notebook lay open in front of her, neat handwriting filling its pages, but her focus wasn't entirely on the professor’s voice echoing from the front.She sat alone. By choice.The seat beside her remained empty, despite several girls glancing in her direction as they entered the room, curious, hesitant, whispering softly. Aurora knew their types. Friendly on the surface. Sharp beneath.Once, she might’ve smiled back. Once, she might’ve tried to make friends. But not anymore. Not after Mia. The girl she had called her best friend. The one who knew her secrets. Her fears. Her vulnerabilities. The one who had tried to destroy her with a smile on her li
(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







