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(Author’s POV)
The morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the modest living room of the small apartment. The walls, though not adorned with much, were filled with memories, family pictures, hand-drawn cards, and trinkets that Aurora had collected over the years. The air smelled faintly of the breakfast her mother was preparing in the kitchen.
Aurora, dressed in a plain blue dress with an apron tied around her waist, sat at the small dining table, staring out the window. Her father, Mark, sat across from her, sipping his black coffee, his weathered face showing the traces of long years in the corporate world, though not in the high-powered office of Skylar Enterprises. He worked in the mailroom, managing deliveries and doing menial tasks for those at the top. Despite his position, he never let his disappointment show. His work was important, he always said. It puts food on the table. And for him, that was enough.
“You know you’re doing great, right? Working hard… it matters” His voice was low, earnest. She nodded, though a part of her wished for more, something beyond the routine, beyond the constant struggle.
Every day felt like a cycle that repeated itself. She worked at ‘The Beanery’, a small, bustling cafe down the street, serving customers with a friendly smile and preparing drinks on autopilot. The hours were long, and the pay was barely enough to cover her own expenses, let alone contribute much to the household. But she never complained. Not to her parents. They had enough burdens of their own.
Her mother, Sophie, walked into the living room, drying her hands on a towel. She was in her mid-forties but looked older, the years of scrubbing floors in other people’s homes taking their toll. Yet, she always wore a smile when she saw her daughter.
“Aurora, don’t forget to take the bus on time. I’ll leave the lunch money on the counter for you”.
“I’ll be fine, Mom. Thanks” Aurora said, getting up and giving her mother a quick hug. Sophie kissed her cheek.
"I know you will. But I worry sometimes. You’re carrying a lot of weight on those shoulders, sweetheart. Just remember we love you, no matter what” Aurora smiled warmly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Her parents worked so hard, and yet they never seemed to get ahead. Her father did everything he could at ‘Skylar Enterprises’, but no matter how much he tried, he remained stuck in the lower ranks. And her mother, despite her tireless cleaning jobs, couldn’t catch a break either. It made Aurora feel guilty for wanting more out of life. They were doing their best, so what right did she have to complain?
Before she left, her father’s voice called after her.
“If you ever need a break, just let me know, okay?” Aurora turned, flashing a small but genuine smile.
“I will, Dad. I promise” She grabbed her worn-out bag and stepped out of the apartment, the familiar sound of her shoes tapping on the concrete echoing in the quiet morning.
The morning air was crisp, the kind that made Aurora pull her coat tighter around her shoulders as she walked the familiar route to ‘The Beanery.’ The streets were quiet, save for the occasional hum of passing cars and the distant murmur of early risers starting their day. Her mind, however, was far from peaceful.
Her thoughts drifted back to that day, three months ago, when everything changed.
It had started like any other day, her father leaving for work early at ‘Skylar Enterprises’ and her mother sending her off with a kiss. But that day was different. That day, Mr. Skylar, the man who owned the company where her father worked, had arrived at their modest apartment with a proposition that felt like something from a different world.
Aurora’s stomach tightened as she recalled the moment when he first spoke. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, absentmindedly sipping her tea, when the doorbell rang. Her father, looking unusually tense, had opened it, and there stood Mr. Skylar, dressed in a suit so expensive it almost looked out of place in their little hallway. His presence was commanding, even in the calm of the morning, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and intimidation.
“Aurora, I’d like to speak with you about something important” Mr. Skylar had said, his voice smooth but with an edge of authority. She had been surprised, confused, even as he ushered her into the living room, where her father was already seated, looking uncharacteristically nervous.
She could still hear Mr. Skylar’s words clearly in her mind.
“I’ve watched you for some time, Aurora. Your grace, your strength. Your family’s sacrifices haven’t gone unnoticed. And I would like to make a proposal. One that, I believe, will benefit us all”.
At that moment, Aurora had wondered if this was some sort of misunderstanding. Was this business? Was her father in trouble? She had exchanged a glance with her father, but his eyes had been downcast, almost apologetic.
And then Mr. Skylar had revealed his true intentions.
“I want you to marry my sons” He had said bluntly.
“All four of them!”
Aurora’s heart had skipped a beat. She had stared at him in disbelief, certain she had misheard. But his expression had been unreadable, calm.
“You see, my sons are in need of stability, something beyond wealth and power. I believe you, Aurora, are the one who can bring them together. And in return, I’ll ensure your family’s future is secure. Your father’s work at Skylar Enterprises will be rewarded... generously”.
Aurora’s breath had caught in her throat. It felt like a dream. Or a nightmare.
Her father, sitting beside her, had looked away in shame, his face reddening as if he had known what was coming but never expected it to be so direct, so sudden.
“You’ll have everything you could ever want,” Mr. Skylar had continued.
“A future with my sons…Owen, Ryan, Asher and Ian. Each of them, in their own way, needs someone who can heal the wounds left by their mother’s death… I believe you are the answer”.
It had all sounded so surreal. Marrying four men? Becoming part of a world so far removed from her own? And yet, the promise of financial security for her family, the promise of something beyond the daily grind had lingered in her mind. Her father, who had spent years doing the work of others without ever advancing, was now offered an opportunity.
But the weight of it all had pressed down on her like a heavy stone. She hadn’t spoken at first, the silence stretching long as her mind struggled to catch up with her emotions.
When she finally found her voice, it had come out shakily.
“But... I don’t even know them. I don’t want to marry for convenience, for money...” Mr. Skylar leaned forward, his gaze sharp.
“You will get to know them. This is about more than money. It’s about family. About healing”.
Her father had been the one to speak up, his voice quiet but firm.
“We should be grateful, Aurora. This is a rare opportunity. You’re strong. You can do this”.
His words had stung her, though she knew he had said them out of love, out of a desire to protect her from a life of struggle. But was this the answer? Was this truly what she wanted? Could she become a part of that world…one of privilege and expectation and still stay true to herself?
Aurora shook her head, snapping back to the present. Her thoughts were clouded, heavy, but the weight of the decision still lingered in her heart. The proposal had seemed so far away then, like a dream she couldn’t wake from. But now, as the days passed, she was drawn closer to that reality.
She glanced up at the skyline ahead, the tall buildings of the city casting long shadows over the streets. ‘Skylar Enterprises’ was just a few blocks away…one of the largest, most powerful companies in the world. Her father’s place in it was small, and yet, it felt like the universe was turning its gears in ways she couldn’t understand.
Aurora couldn’t help but wonder if this was her fate, or just a twisted plan of fate she had no control over.
(Author’s POV)After breakfast, the Skylar brothers remained in Aurora’s room. They didn’t rush her, didn’t press her for answers, just stayed close, their silent presence a source of comfort. They knew she would speak when she was ready.After a while, she took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the bed sheet slightly.“I… I want to tell you everything” She finally said, her voice quiet but determined.Immediately, all four brothers focused on her with undivided attention. They walked towards the bed and took their places in order to be close to her when she needed them.Aurora was sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed beneath her. Asher sat to her left, Ian to her r
(Aurora’s POV)A dull ache pulsed through my body as my eyelids fluttered open. At first, everything felt unfamiliar, the soft sheets, the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. Confusion clouded my mind for a moment, but then, like a flood, the memories of last night crashed into me. The rain. The fear. The exhaustion.I took a shaky breath and tried to move, but pain shot through my limbs, forcing me to stop. My muscles protested every slight motion, a reminder of the ordeal I had endured.As my eyes adjusted, I noticed the figures surrounding me and my breath caught in my throat.On my left, Asher sat against the headboard, his arms crossed, his head tilted slightly to the side as he slept in an awkward sittin
(Author’s POV)As soon as the doctor left, Owen turned to the maids. His voice was calm but firm.“Change her clothes, make sure she’s warm and comfortable. Be gentle”.The maids nodded and stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Owen took a deep breath and turned toward James. His sharp eyes locked onto the head butler.“No one outside this house can know about this. Especially Dad. Do you understand?” James hesitated for a second before bowing slightly.“Yes, sir” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching.“If Dad finds out, he’ll come rushing back immediately” Asher exhaled
(Owen’s POV)The mansion was eerily silent, except for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. My brothers and I were sitting in the living room, our minds consumed by worry. It was almost 1 AM.I rubbed my hands together, jaw clenched. Ian sat with his arms crossed, staring at the floor, while Ryan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his thoughts spiraling. Asher exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair.And then…The front doors swung open. The loud creak of the heavy wood made our heads snap up.Aurora stood there, drenched from head to toe, water dripping onto the marble floor. Her dress was torn in places, streaked with mud. Blood stained her elbows, arms, and legs. Her hair stuck to her face, and her breathing
(Asher’s POV)I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I drove through the rain-slicked streets. My heart pounded in my chest, frustration and fear clawing at me. I had barely stopped the car before jumping out, tugging the hood of my jacket over my head to conceal my face. My bodyguards followed closely behind, but I barely acknowledged them.The first café I entered was warm and bustling with chatter. I approached the counter, lowering my voice.“Hey, have you seen this girl?” I slid my phone forward, showing Aurora’s picture to the barista. The barista frowned, studying the image before shaking her head.“Sorry, I don’t think so” I exhaled sharply, nodding before turning away.
(Ryan’s POV)The rain continued to pour, streaking down the windshield as I maneuvered the car through the dimly lit streets. The rhythmic beat of the wipers was the only sound inside the vehicle, but the air was thick with unspoken tension.I glanced at Ian from the corner of my eye. My younger brother sat stiffly in the passenger seat, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. His hands were clenched into tight fists on his lap, his foot tapping restlessly against the floor. Ian was breaking, I could feel it.But I myself wasn’t far from breaking either.My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my pulse erratic. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, the fear clawing at my chest. I wasn’t showing it, I never did but I was terrified.







