LOGIN(Ian’s POV)
I was lounging at the back of the classroom with my friends. The classroom was buzzing with chatter and laughter as there was still time for our professor to arrive. I leaned back in my chair while listening to my friends crack jokes.
Suddenly, the door opened, and the room quieted slightly as Liam Carter, one of the most well-known seniors in college,
(Author’s POV)Ivy's mother attempted to avoid making eye contact with Kemal during the court hearings, but her astonishment and anxiety were evident on her face.Then the moment arrives for Ivy's statement.The courtroom seemed to grow heavier the moment the lawyer on their side stood up and called Ivy’s name.For a second, time froze.Ivy's knuckles turned white as she intertwined her fingers and her heart thundered so loudly in her chest that she was sure everyone could hear it. This was the moment, the one she had been dreading, the one she had prepared herself for over countless sleepless nights.She lifted her eyes first toward Kemal who was already looking
(Author’s POV)Finally, the day arrived. The third trial.From the early hours of the morning, the Skylar mansion carried a quiet gravity. No one rushed. No one spoke unnecessarily. Every movement was deliberate, every breath measured, as if the house itself understood the importance of what was about to unfold.Aurora stood beside Ivy, adjusting the collar of her outfit with gentle hands. Ivy looked calm on the surface, too calm but Aurora knew better. She could feel the tension in Ivy’s shoulders, the way her fingers trembled just slightly before curling into fists again. Aurora cupped her face softly.“You don’t have to be strong today,” She whispered.“Just be honest. We’ll
(Author’s POV)It had been a week since the day Kemal had taken Ivy out for their first real father–daughter outing, and in that short span of time, something gentle yet powerful had settled into everyone’s lives.For the Skylar brothers and Aurora, life had returned to a rhythm that almost felt normal again, meetings, shoots, calls, court preparations quietly running in the background. The mansion no longer felt heavy with fear or uncertainty, instead, it carried a cautious hope, the kind that didn’t shout but stayed, steady and patient.For Ivy and Kemal, the week had been transformative.Some days Kemal took her out to simple places, nothing extravagant. A bookstore where Ivy spent hours flipping through pages while Kemal watched her with a sof
(Author’s POV)Aurora descended the staircase slowly, one hand brushing the railing as if she needed something solid to steady herself. Her cheeks were still warm, her lips curved in a shy, uncontrollable smile. No matter how much she tried to focus on the present, on dinner, on the quiet hum of the mansion, her mind kept drifting back to the moments she had shared upstairs with her husbands. The closeness, the warmth, the way they looked at her as if she was their entire world.She shook her head lightly, almost laughing at herself, and headed toward the kitchen.The staff were already busy, moving with practiced efficiency. The aroma of dinner filled the air, comforting and familiar. Aurora checked on a few things, asked about the final preparations, and was just about to turn back when one of the maids appr
(Author’s POV)The air between Asher and Aurora was warm and charged, not with urgency, but with familiarity, comfort, and a slow-burning intimacy that had been building since the moment he’d walked into the room.Asher’s arms were still wrapped securely around Aurora. Her lips brushed his in a soft, lingering kiss, unhurried, affectionate, the kind that spoke of belonging rather than hunger. Asher responded in kind, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair. He kissed her again, deeper this time, a quiet smile curving into the gesture as if he were pouring every unspoken emotion into that single moment.Aurora sighed softly against him, her hands gripping his shirt, grounding herself there.And then,
(Asher’s POV)I am sitting in the plush leather chair of the conference room, one ankle resting casually over the other, posture relaxed but presence commanding. The room itself screamed quiet luxury, glass walls overlooking the city, a long polished table, muted artwork that probably cost more than most people’s homes.Across from me sat the producer of my next film, a seasoned man with sharp eyes, and beside him the director, younger, intense, already flipping through a tablet filled with notes and mood boards.To my left, my manager sat alert and professional, pen poised, occasionally leaning forward to clarify a point or interject with practiced ease.“This role needs gravitas,” The director was saying.
(Aurora’s POV)Mr. Skylar turned to one of the maids with a firm, but polite, instruction."Please take Aurora to her room and kindly ensure she is comfortable" He sai
(Author’s POV)The car’s door opened and Skylar brothers stepped out one by one, together, for the first time in years. The media and public had been waiting for this very moment. The flashing cameras turned into an almost blinding storm of lights, capturing the brothers from every possible angle.
(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.
(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







