LOGIN(Author’s POV)
Ian’s steps were steady, but his heart raced in anticipation. He knew his wife, she’d be curled up on the bed, probably pretending to be busy with a book or her phone while her thoughts stormed inside her. And he was right.
When he gently pushed the door open, the soft creak startled Aurora, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a
(Author’s POV)The grand dining hall of the Skylar estate was ablaze with light as Clara and the kitchen staff outdid themselves. The table groaned under the weight of exquisite dishes and desserts to celebrate Ian’s triumphant win. The entire estate from the security team to the housekeepers joined in the joyful atmosphere, toasted to the victory, and shared in the light that had finally returned to the mansion.After the long, jubilant feast ended, Aurora walked down the quiet hallway to her daughters' room. She spent a tender hour lulling Lyra and Leah to sleep, softly humming their favorite lullabies until their little breathing turned slow and even.Meanwhile, Owen, Ryan, Asher, and Ian retreated to their new room. The four men showered, changed into comfortable loungewear, and settled into the mass
(Author’s POV)By late evening, the warm glow of dusk had settled over the Skylar estate. Ian, Asher, Ryan, Owen, and Aurora finally returned home after a long, jubilant celebration dinner at an exclusive restaurant with Ian’s team management, his coach, and his teammates. The atmosphere at the restaurant had been electric, but for the family, nothing could compare to the quiet comfort of stepping back inside their own home.The second the heavy doors swung open, the grand foyer greeted them not with silence, but with an overwhelming burst of cheerful chaos.Lyra and Leah were in full energy, running across the hallway, their tiny feet pitter-pattering rapidly while their melodic, sweet laughter echoed in the mansion. Almost half of the staff members were playfully running behind them, trying to catch th
(Author’s POV)The referee’s whistle blew, launching the stadium into a frenzy. Tens of thousands of fans screamed at the top of their lungs, cameras flashed relentlessly from the sidelines, and commentators delivered rapid-fire commentary as the ball moved across the pitch. High up in the VIP box, the rest of the world faded into background noise for the Skylar family. Owen, Ryan, and Asher stood flush against the glass window, while Aurora stood in the center. Their eyes never left Ian for a single second.The match escalated quickly, but Ian was playing on another level entirely. His movements were fluid, effortless, and infused with a radiant, joyous energy. Twenty minutes into the first half, Ian intercepted a pass, skillfully outmaneuvered two opposing defenders with a brilliant step-over, and launched a thunderous shot from outside the box.
(Author’s POV)Aurora looked absolutely breathtaking. Her dark eyes were glowing with warmth, trained directly on Ian down on the grass, a soft, radiant smile playing on her lips as she gently waved her hand at him.A wave of shocked, chaotic whispers rippled through the grandstands like wildfire. Tens of thousands of fans leaned out of their seats, pointing up at the screen, rubbing their eyes in absolute disbelief.Up in the commentary box, the veteran lead announcer stared at his monitor, completely losing his professional composure. His voice crackled over the stadium speakers, laced with utter astonishment."Wait... ladies and gentlemen... am I seeing what I think I am seeing?" The commentator stuttered, his microphone picking up his heavy, rapid breathing.
(Author’s POV)Days blurred into a seamless stretch of absolute bliss. A full month had passed since Aurora’s miraculous return, and the Skylar mansion had been completely transformed. The heavy, dark silence that had once governed every hallway was replaced by radiant light, sweet laughter, and the endless energy of two little girls.Yet, outside the iron gates of the estate, the world remained entirely unaware that Aurora Skylar was alive. For thirty days, the family had lived in a protective, private bubble, healing away from the prying eyes of the media. But that secret was not destined to stay hidden for long.Tomorrow marks a monumental day, Ian’s crucial qualifying match for the upcoming World Cup. It would be his very first World Cup appearance, a career-defining milestone he had poured his
(Author’s POV)After showing the room to Aurora, Ryan and Asher excused themselves to head downstairs, leaving Owen, Ian, and Aurora to enjoy a quiet moment upstairs. Down in the grand living room, Clara and two maids were sitting on the plush rug, building colorful block towers with the twins.The second Lyra and Leah heard the sound of footsteps, they turned their heads. Seeing their daddies walk into the room, their eyes lit up like stars. Leaving their toys behind, the two toddlers scrambled onto their little feet and sprinted across the polished marble floor as fast as their chubby legs could carry them."Dadda! Papa!" The twins squealed in high-pitched unison.They crashed right into Ryan and Asher's legs, their tiny arms wrapping tightly around their trouser







