LOGIN(Asher’s POV)
The grand ballroom of The Royal Crest Hotel buzzed with activity as the crew prepared for the next shot. The lavish chandeliers, the golden embellishments, and the crisp, luxurious atmosphere set the perfect backdrop for my upcoming scene.
Dressed in a tailored black suit, I stood near the set, my expression composed, waiting for the director’s
(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)Since the moment I stepped into the grand hall, my eyes had been locked onto one person. Aurora.Even as I greeted high-profile guests, exchanged pleasant
(Author’s POV)Ryan’s breath was heavy as he stared into Aurora’s eyes, his mind consumed by the images that had tormented him all evening. Caleb’s hands on her waist. Caleb making her laugh. Cal
(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.
(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







