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The atmosphere on set, which had been buzzing with creativity and normal production chaos just an hour earlier, was now thick with tension. Security had just managed to pull Asher away from the co-actor, his fists still clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his chest heaving with restrained fury.
The staff and crew, stunned into silence,
(Author’s POV)The breakfast table of the Skylar mansion had never felt warmer. Aurora’s laughter blended with the playful teasing of her four husbands. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.Ryan had just nudged a strawberry toward her lips, Ian was rambling about how pancakes tasted better on Sundays, when suddenly…Aurora’s phone rang.She paused, fork suspended mid-air, eyes dropping to where the phone vibrated against the wooden table.Unknown number. Her brows knitted. She swiped to answer.“Hello?”There was silence. A shaky breath. And then…“A–Aurora&hellip
(Author’s POV)Aurora was still caught in her husbands embrace, her heart racing, cheeks flushed.Owen sat up, propping himself on his elbow, his gaze traveling slowly from her face to her lips.“You look beautiful in the morning,” He said, voice honest and deep.“Soft. Flushed. Ours”.Aurora’s breath stalled.Asher brushed a strand of hair behind her ear from behind her, leaning close enough that she could feel his lips near her temple.“You took care of someone yesterday,” He whispered, his voice softer than the others.“An
(Author’s POV)Morning arrived softly, not with noise, but with light.Golden sunlight seeped through Aurora’s sheer curtains, warming the room and painting everything in soft amber. The Skylar mansion, usually full of quiet movement and the distant sound of staff beginning their day felt unusually still.Inside Aurora’s room, four strong arms lay draped over her, cocooning her in a warm, possessive embrace. The bed was a tangle of limbs, bare skin, and slow breaths, peaceful, calm and intimate.Aurora was the first to stir.She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the soft morning glow. The heaviness she felt last night, the emotional storm seemed lighter, not gone, but supported.
(Author’s POV)For hours, Aurora had been strong for Ivy. She had held herself together like armor. But with them here, her safe place, her home, her husbands, the walls she’d forced up finally shattered.Tears spilled without restraint and immediately without hesitation four sets of arms reached for her.Ryan was the first to pull her close, his hand cupping the back of her head gently. Owen wrapped around them both, one arm across her back protectively, jaw clenched. Asher slid in from her right, pulling her into his chest, his fingertips stroking her hair with surprising gentleness. Ian’s arms slipped around her waist as he pressed his forehead softly to her shoulder.She was surrounded, held and anchored.
(Author’s POV)The silence in the living room stretched, tight, uncomfortable, and heavy enough to suffocate.“What is going on?” Owen’s voice finally cut through it like a blade. His tone was stern and calm, but sharp enough to warn that he expected the truth.Asher didn’t hesitate. With the most casual shrug, he stepped to the side fully exposing Ian.Ian shot him a betrayed glare. ‘Really? No backup? No brotherhood? Just here, take the sacrifice?’. But Asher only folded his arms, expression annoyingly neutral.Ian swallowed hard, staring at the floor before speaking in the smallest voice imaginable.“Um… Aurora and I went t
(Author’s POV)Ian was sitting on the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, phone in his hands, not because he was reading anything, but because it gave his nervous fingers something to hold. His gaze drifted repeatedly toward the staircase, listening for footsteps, for a door opening, for anything that might tell him Aurora needed him.But the house remained painfully silent. His chest felt tight, he wasn’t used to this kind of silence, one that came from worry, not peace.The front door opened.Ian didn’t look up at first until he heard familiar footsteps and the subtle shift in the room’s energy.Asher entered, shrugging off his jacket while scrolling through a message on his phone, probably from his m
(Ryan’s POV)For the first time in a long time, I felt something other than indifference as I stepped into my office. I had never cared much about my daily routine…meetings, reports, contracts, and the usua
(Ryan’s POV)The night air was cool, a gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of roses from the garden below. The moonlight bathed the balcony in silver, casting soft shadows on Aurora and me as we stood in silenc
(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







