All Chapters of Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

(Aurora’s POV)I stood still as the guard ended the call, my heart beating faster with every passing second. His gaze lifted from the phone and settled on me, studying me with a look I couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t welcoming either, just a long, assessing stare that made my pulse hammer in my ears. I felt as though every breath I took was too loud, too noticeable. Then, without a word, the guard nodded once. He reached for the latch and pulled the gate open with a metallic creak. “Go straight,” He instructed in a flat tone, pointing toward the main building.“Principal’s office is at the end of the first corridor to your right”.I blinked, hardly believing my luck. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. As soon as I stepped past the gate, a soft breath escaped my lips, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Relief flooded me, and a small smile broke through my tension. It wasn’t over yet, but at least I had made it inside.The school grounds wer

(Author’s POV)Aurora and Ivy sat side by side on the swings, neither speaking, yet both deeply aware of the other’s presence. The laughter and shouts from other students drifted through the air like distant echoes, but around them, there was a pocket of calm, fragile, almost sacred. The chains of the swings clinked softly whenever the wind nudged them, and the ground beneath their feet was marked with small patterns from countless shoes.Aurora kept her gaze forward, staring at the children running across the playground, while her thoughts raced painfully fast. She hadn’t expected their first meeting to feel like this, heavy yet delicate, filled with quiet understanding yet trembling with unspoken truth.Ivy sat stiffly beside her, her fingers loosely curled around the swing chain. Her long lashes

(Author’s POV)Ivy’s voice had grown quieter, not because she was running out of words, but because the memories themselves were draining her. The kind that left scars not on skin, but on soul.She sat there on the dusty floor, hugging her knees, staring ahead, not at Aurora, not at the storage room, but at a memory she had spent years trying to forget.“That day…” She whispered, her breath shaky.“It was my first movie as a lead child actor. Everyone kept saying I was gifted, special and meant for the camera,” She let out a hollow laugh. “But I didn’t understand what being special meant in this world”.Aurora&rsqu

(Author’s POV)“For two whole years, I finally felt like I was living… not surviving. I didn’t have friends, not real ones but I had silence. I was safe. And that was enough” Ivy whispered. “But life never lets me forget what I am to some people. A product. A price tag” She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers nervously.“That day was supposed to be special. My first scene with Asher Sir. He has always been my role model. So I was practicing alone, going over my lines again and again, terrified I’d make a mistake in front of him. I wanted him to see me as an actor… not as just another kid taking space”.Her eyes turned distant, haunted.&ldquo

(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