LOGIN(Aurora’s POV)
I closed the door behind me as I entered my small, cozy apartment. The warmth of home enveloped me, but my heart felt heavy with the weight of the day’s events. I slipped off my shoes and sank into the couch, my thoughts replaying the conversation with Mr. Skylar.
His words had been kind, his intentions genuine, but the enormity of what he was asking still felt overwhelming. I sighed, leaning my head back and staring at the ceiling.
“This isn’t just a marriage,” I murmured to myself.
“It’s... so much more”.
I reached for my phone, hesitating for a moment before opening the search bar. My fingers hovered over the screen, but I knew I couldn’t avoid this.
‘Skylar brothers’
As I pressed enter, countless articles, photos, and videos appeared. The internet was teeming with news about them…each of Mr. Skylar’s sons was a public figure in his own right.
Owen, the eldest son. He was the stern-faced heir to the Skylar business empire, always impeccably dressed, always exuding control. Yet, in one photo of him at a company event, I noticed his grip on the podium was too tight, his expression too rigid.
Then there was Ryan, the entrepreneur, his vibrant energy captured in candid shots from networking events. His success radiated from every frame, but I detected a restlessness in his eyes, as if he were chasing something he could never quite catch.
Then came Asher, a global superstar with millions of fans. His photos showed him on red carpets, flashing his dazzling smile, but I remembered the faint sadness I had noticed in his eyes when Rain showed me his picture.
Finally, Ian, the youngest, appeared in photos from college football games. His boyish charm was evident, but so was a sense of longing, as if he were caught between the expectations of his family and his own dreams…A boy still figuring out his place in the world.
I scrolled further until I found a family portrait. It was a polished photo, taken at what appeared to be a gala. Mr. Skylar proudly stands in the center, his four sons flanking him. At first glance, they appeared to be a picture-perfect family, but as I studied it closely, the cracks became evident.
The brothers stood apart, their body language stiff, their smiles practiced rather than genuine. Even in the presence of their father, there was a palpable distance between them, as if they were strangers forced to play a role for the camera.
“This is what he meant,” I whispered.
“They’re together, but not really ‘together’”.
I could see it now, this family, for all its wealth and success, was fractured.
I set my phone down and stared at the ceiling, my mind swirling. Mr. Skylar’s words echoed in my head, “They’ve drifted apart. They need someone who can bring them back together”.
My parents’ worried faces surfaced in my thoughts next, their quiet sacrifices and their desperation to secure a better future for me. I felt the weight of their struggles, the silent plea in my father’s voice when he had spoken of the proposal.
I picked up the phone again and stared at the family photo. My chest tightened as I thought of Mr. Skylar’s faith in me, my parents’ sacrifices, and the lonely eyes of the Skylar brothers.
“They all need something,” I murmured.
“Maybe… maybe I can help them”.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, the decision settling over me like a heavy but firm cloak.
“For my parents… and for Mr. Skylar,”I said softly.
“I’ll do this”.
My heart ached with the enormity of my choice, but for the first time in days, I felt a strange sense of calm. I didn’t know what awaited me in the Skylar family, but I was determined to face it head-on.
Next minute, I dialed Mr. Skylar’s number. It rang twice before his calm, confident voice answered.
“Aurora,” He said, his tone warm.
“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon”.
“I’ve made my decision,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me.
“I’ll marry your sons” There was a brief pause before Mr. Skylar’s relieved voice replied.
“That’s wonderful news. You’ve made me very happy, Aurora”.
“But,” I interjected firmly.
“There’s a condition” The pause this time was longer, and I could sense his curiosity.
“Go on”.
“This marriage will be a contract marriage. I’ll stay with your sons and do my best to bring them together as a family. But once they’re united…once they don’t need me anymore, I’ll leave” I said, gripping the phone tightly.
The silence that followed was deafening. I bit my lip, wondering if I had pushed too far. But then Mr. Skylar’s voice returned, calm and measured.
“A contract marriage,” He repeated slowly.
“You’re asking for an exit plan”.
“Yes!” I said firmly.
“This isn’t just about me, Mr. Skylar. Your sons deserve to choose their future once they’re in a better place. And I… I don’t belong in their world… forever”.
There was a pause on the other end, the silence stretching long enough for me to wonder if he was rethinking his offer.
Finally, Mr. Skylar spoke, his voice steady.
“If that’s what it takes, then so be it. But I truly believe that in time, you’ll become more than just the glue that holds them together. You’ll be part of this family, Aurora. Perhaps even in ways you can’t yet see”.
My grip on the phone tightened. I wasn’t ready to agree with him, but I appreciated his sincerity.
“Thank you” I said simply, my voice soft.
After ending the call, I sat in silence, staring at the photo of the Skylar family still open on my phone. The weight of my decision settled over me, and I wondered what lay ahead.
For my parents, for Mr. Skylar, and for the distant brothers in the photograph, I was about to take a step into the unknown.
(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.







