Se connecter(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 t
(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.







