All Chapters of Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

(Author’s POV)Aurora and Asher’s drive to the college was wrapped in a thick, unspoken silence. The air inside the car felt still, as though the hum of the engine was the only thing keeping it alive. Aurora sat with her gaze fixed out the window, watching the city blur past, but her mind was far away. She didn’t notice how tightly her hands were clasped in her lap, or how often she bit her bottom lip in thought.Asher, who had been glancing at her every few minutes, noticed the faint crease between her brows. He didn’t push right away, he knew Aurora well enough to give her space but the longer they drove, the more restless he became. When he finally parked the car in the college lot, he shifted in his seat to face her. His hand reached over, covering hers with a gentle squeeze.

(Author’s POV)The dining room was filled with a light, pleasant atmosphere that morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast drifted across the long oak table. Aurora was glowing, her laughter mingling with the deep chuckles of the Skylar brothers. Ian sat at her right, his arm draped casually across the back of her chair as if the gesture was second nature. Aurora leaned into him comfortably, her eyes sparkling with joy.On Aurora’s other side sat Asher, who couldn’t resist joining in with his teasing remarks, making her laugh louder. Ryan sat at the head of the table, adding his dry humor into the mix, while Owen, across from Ian, his steady presence grounding the lively chatter. The brothers and Aurora looked like a picture-perfect family bound by warmth, closeness, and unsp

(Author’s POV)As the door shut behind Aurora, silence filled the room once again. Amelia sat frozen for a moment, staring at the wood grain of the door, her chest rising and falling faster with each breath.“Ahh!” She screamed, slamming her palm against the mattress in frustration. The sound echoed in the walls of her room. Her calm, pitiful facade shattered, replaced by pure, unrestrained anger.Her teeth clenched as her eyes burned with rage. “Damn her… damn that perfect little smile, that holier-than-thou voice,” She hissed under her breath, gripping the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles whitened. “She thinks she’s untouchable… she thinks Ian belongs to he

(Aurora’s POV)The atmosphere in the living room was one of warmth and peace after the serene moment of togetherness. I was sitting nestled in the middle of the Skylar brothers, their protective circle surrounding me like an unbreakable shield. My earlier heaviness had lightened, and with their presence, my face began to glow again. I leaned my head against Owen’s shoulder while Asher sprawled comfortably on the opposite couch, Ryan lounged with his usual composed demeanor, and Ian sat beside me, absently twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.The conversation turned casual and easy, the kind of domestic chatter that made me feel like I belonged here more than anywhere else.“I swear, the script I’m reviewing makes no sense. The character falls in love in one scene and forgets about it in the very next. Who even writes this nonsense?” Asher said, running a hand through his hair with exaggerated frustration.“Maybe you’re just too critical. Not everyone writes with your stand

(Author’s POV)Over the next few days, the household dynamics shifted in a way that left Aurora feeling like a stranger in her own home. The brothers still loved and adored her, but Amelia had found her opening and she used her twisted ankle like a weapon of charm.From the morning after the incident, Amelia made sure Ian remained by her side as much as possible. It started innocently enough.“Ian,” She called from the couch when he entered the living room. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, yet laced with vulnerability. “I’m sorry to trouble you again, but my ankle… it’s still sore. Could you help me with the bandage? I don’t trust myself to wrap it properly”.Aurora was standing near the doorway, intending to join I