All Chapters of Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

(Author’s POV)In RS Enterprise, the boardroom was buzzing with quiet intensity. The long oval table was surrounded by top-level executives, heads of departments, analysts, all focused on the large LED screen displaying graphs and projections for the next quarter.At the head of the table sat Ryan Skylar, his posture straight, expression sharp, dressed immaculately in a tailored navy suit. His pen tapped lightly against his notepad as he listened to a senior manager presenting a strategic growth plan.On his right, his assistant took notes swiftly, occasionally stealing glances at Ryan’s phone that buzzed on silent mode… once… twice… a third time. Ryan didn’t flinch. His focus was absolute.But when the assistant’s own phone l

(Author’s POV)The black Skylar car pulled into the long stone driveway, passing the familiar front gates. The mansion stood tall, regal as always but something about it felt different now.Too still. Too quiet.“Alright, let’s go find out what ‘important’ emergency Owen cooked up this time. Maybe he found gray hair” Inside the car, Ian stretched his arms and yawned. Aurora gave him a tight smile, but her hand gripped the door handle a bit too firmly.The car stopped. The driver stepped out and opened the back door. Ian hopped out first, full of casual energy. Aurora followed, slower, her instincts prickling.As they approached the front d

(Author’s POV)The golden hue of early morning poured into the room, gentle and quiet. Nothing had changed and yet, everything had.Alexander still lay peacefully, as if in slumber. And just like last night, his sons remained near him.Aurora stirred first, slowly opening her eyes to find herself nestled between Owen and Asher on the long couch. Their heads leaned near her shoulders, faces marked with fatigue, grief, and the kind of emotional exhaustion words couldn’t describe.Ryan was in the armchair, arms folded, his breathing steady, his head tilted back, lost in an uneasy sleep. Ian lay near the bed, on the small rug, his fingers resting gently against the blanket covering Alexander’s feet almost as if holding on to whatever presence he could feel.

(Author’s POV)The grand doors were gently closed. The murmur of arriving guests faded into respectful silence. The warm glow of the cathedral lights reflected off the stained glass, casting soft hues of crimson, sapphire, and gold onto the floor.The air was thick not just with grief, but reverence.The church bell rang once. Then, the priest entered. An elderly man in long black robes, with silver-rimmed glasses and a calm grace in his steps, slowly approached the pulpit. His voice, when he spoke, carried clearly to every corner of the vast hall.“We are gathered here not only to mourn a man but to honor a life that moved mountains”.Eyes welled with tears. Some heads bowed. Aurora, sitting between Ian and

(Owen’s POV)It had been more than two weeks since dad’s passing, yet the echoes of his absence still lingered softly in every corner of the Skylar mansion. Life had begun to find its rhythm again, slow and careful, like healing after a deep wound.I am sitting in my office, the soft ticking of the clock blending with the quiet hum of the city below. The massive floor-to-ceiling window before me framed a clear afternoon sky, streaked with sunlight and distant clouds. I leaned back in my chair, fingers clasped together under my chin, gaze unfocused but heavy with thought.I missed my father more than I had ever imagined I would.Despite the years of silence, the strained moments, the unspoken pain, he had been a towering presence in all of our lives. Losing him had left a silence so profound, it took effort to breathe through it.My eyes flickered shut for a second but then… Aurora’s laugh echoed in my mind. That sweet, calming sound that now lived in every part of my world.The way sh