เข้าสู่ระบบ(Author’s POV)
The days following their reconciliation felt like sunshine after a storm. The heaviness that had once settled over Skylar Mansion had completely disappeared. The vast, grand halls no longer echoed with a chilling silence, instead, they were completely filled with spontaneous bursts of laughter, the comforting clink of shared dinners, and an undeniable, deep-rooted feeling of home. The foundation
(Author’s POV)The days following their reconciliation felt like sunshine after a storm. The heaviness that had once settled over Skylar Mansion had completely disappeared. The vast, grand halls no longer echoed with a chilling silence, instead, they were completely filled with spontaneous bursts of laughter, the comforting clink of shared dinners, and an undeniable, deep-rooted feeling of home. The foundation of their marriage was no longer built on a fragile, countdown contract, but on an unshakeable, eternal devotion.At the center of everyone's attention lately was Ian. He was officially about to play his very first professional match since signing with his football agency. The highly anticipated game was scheduled to take place in just three days, and the entire mansion was thrumming with anticipation. Everyone was incredibly happy for Ian.
(Author’s POV)The morning sun spilled through the curtains of the bedroom, casting a warm glow across the expansive bed.Aurora was the first to open her eyes, blinking against the sudden light. The moment she attempted to shift her body, a low, involuntary groan of pain escaped her lips. Every single muscle in her body ached with a deep, throbbing soreness.It was the physical aftermath of the night before, her husbands had pleasured her like wild animals, channeling all their days of suffocating fear, repressed desire, and desperate love into a relentless, hours-long marathon of passion.The soft sound of her groan instantly rippled through the quiet room. Beside her, Asher stirred. His long eyelashes fluttered open. Turning over on his side, he took
(Author’s POV)The emotional storm that had ravaged the Skylar mansion for six agonizing days had finally broken, leaving behind a profound, almost desperate quiet. On the floor of the bedroom, tangled in a tear-stained, breathless embrace, the final remnants of fear and isolation completely dissolved. The air in the room, once freezing and heavy, grew thick with a sudden, localized heat, a fierce, magnetic pull that had been suppressed for too long.Owen was the first to move, his large hands anchoring under Aurora’s thighs as he lifted her from the floor, carrying her a short distance back to the expansive, silk-sheeted mattress. He didn't lay her down gently this time, he pressed her body into the center of the bed with a heavy, possessive intent that made her breath hitch. Ryan, Asher, and Ian instantly followed, closing the circle around her li
(Author’s POV)It was the sixth day and the mansion was wrapped in its familiar, heavy stillness. Aurora was sitting in the living room, waiting for her husbands.The front doors finally open. Owen walked in first, his posture rigid, his features carved from ice. Barely two minutes later, Ryan entered, removing his coat with a weary, mechanical motion. They moved straight past her toward the staircase.A few minutes later, the distant rumble of a sports car signaled the arrival of Asher and Ian. They walked side by side and looked exhausted. They also kept their eyes fixed ahead, ignoring her entirely as they climbed the stairs.Aurora slumped back against the cushions, a profound wave of dejection washing over her. ‘Another night of sitting alone at an
(Author’s POV)Five agonizing days crawled by, each one identical to the last, stretching out like an eternity in the silent, suffocating expanse of the Skylar mansion. For five entire days, the Skylar brothers did not utter a single word to Aurora.The silence wasn't just a lack of sound, it was a heavy, suffocating entity that trapped them all. Owen, Ryan, Asher, and Ian were hyper-aware of her every movement. From the corners of their eyes, through the heavy shadows of their sleepless nights and long days, they could clearly see the sheer, exhausting effort she was putting in to earn their forgiveness. They saw her swollen eyes, the slight tremble in her hands, and the desperate, heartbreaking hope that shone in her gaze every time they walked into a room.Yet, none of them could bring themselves to break.
(Author’s POV)The next morning, the storm outside had finally passed, leaving the New York sky a dull, washed-out gray. Inside her bedroom, Aurora opened her eyes to a heavy, suffocating quiet. Her eyelids felt painfully heavy, raw and puffed from a night spent weeping into her pillows.She dragged herself out of bed, her limbs feeling like lead. Standing before the bathroom mirror, she barely recognized herself, her usual radiant glow was entirely gone, replaced by a pale, hollow exhaustion. The cheerful Aurora who filled Skylar Mansion with laughter was nowhere to be seen. Only a woman terrified of losing the people she loved most.With slow, hesitant steps, Aurora walked down to the kitchen. The moment she crossed the threshold, the bustling activity of the morning shift ground to a sudden halt. The







