Semua Bab Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Bab 1 - Bab 5

(Author’s POV)The morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the modest living room of the small apartment. The walls, though not adorned with much, were filled with memories, family pictures, hand-drawn cards, and trinkets that Aurora had collected over the years. The air smelled faintly of the breakfast her mother was preparing in the kitchen.Aurora, dressed in a plain blue dress with an apron tied around her waist, sat at the small dining table, staring out the window. Her father, Mark, sat across from her, sipping his black coffee, his weathered face showing the traces of long years in the corporate world, though not in the high-powered office of Skylar Enterprises. He worked in the mailroom, managing deliveries and doing menial tasks for those at the top. Despite his position, he never let his disappointment show. His work was important, he always said. It puts food on the table. And for him, that was enough.“You know you’re doing great, ri

(Aurora’s POV)The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting warm rays across the small, tidy room. The aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the scent of toast as I stepped into the kitchen, my parents already seated at the table. My mother was buttering bread while my father nursed his cup of coffee, looking pensive as usual.“Good morning” I greeted softly, pulling out a chair.“Morning, sweetheart” My mother replied with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. My father nodded. “Morning, Aurora. You’re up earlier than usual”.I busied myself pouring a cup of coffee, my heart thudding in my chest. The decision I had made the night before weighed heavily on me, but I knew what I had to do. My parents’ unspoken worry hung in the air, though neither of them dared to bring up the subject of Mr. Skylar’s proposal.Sitting down, I took a deep breath, gripping my cup tightly. “I’ve made a decision” My voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me.My parents f

(Author’s POV)The grand dining hall of the Skylar mansion was a place of splendor, with its high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and polished oak table that could seat twenty. Tonight, however, it hosted only five occupants, Mr. Skylar and his four sons, gathered together for the first time in months.Owen, the eldest, sat at the head of the table with his arms crossed, his expression tense. His tailored suit and composed demeanor exuded authority, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his frustration.Ryan, the second eldest, leaned back in his chair, his phone in hand, scrolling through emails with an air of impatience. His sharp gray suit mirrored Owen’s, though his more relaxed posture highlighted the subtle differences between the two brothers.Asher, the third, looked as though he’d rather be anywhere else. Dressed in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, the superstar leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand, his signature smirk nowhere in sight.Ian, the youngest, sat at