All Chapters of Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Chapter 321 - Chapter 328

(Author’s POV)By evening, the Skylar mansion slowly returned to life.The deep hum of engines echoed through the driveway as the Skylar brothers’ cars rolled in one after another. The sun was already sinking, painting the sky in soft shades of amber and rose. Inside the mansion, Aurora and Ivy were seated in the living room. Aurora curled comfortably on one side of the couch, Ivy sitting beside her with a book resting loosely in her lap, though she hadn’t turned a page in a while.The front door opened.Owen entered first, shrugging off his coat, followed closely by Ryan, Asher, and Ian. Their voices carried briefly, low, familiar, tired but the moment they stepped fully into the living room, all four of them stilled.

(Asher’s POV)I am sitting in the plush leather chair of the conference room, one ankle resting casually over the other, posture relaxed but presence commanding. The room itself screamed quiet luxury, glass walls overlooking the city, a long polished table, muted artwork that probably cost more than most people’s homes. Across from me sat the producer of my next film, a seasoned man with sharp eyes, and beside him the director, younger, intense, already flipping through a tablet filled with notes and mood boards.To my left, my manager sat alert and professional, pen poised, occasionally leaning forward to clarify a point or interject with practiced ease.“This role needs gravitas,” The director was saying. 

(Author’s POV)Aurora descended the staircase slowly, one hand brushing the railing as if she needed something solid to steady herself. Her cheeks were still warm, her lips curved in a shy, uncontrollable smile. No matter how much she tried to focus on the present, on dinner, on the quiet hum of the mansion, her mind kept drifting back to the moments she had shared upstairs with her husbands. The closeness, the warmth, the way they looked at her as if she was their entire world.She shook her head lightly, almost laughing at herself, and headed toward the kitchen.The staff were already busy, moving with practiced efficiency. The aroma of dinner filled the air, comforting and familiar. Aurora checked on a few things, asked about the final preparations, and was just about to turn back when one of the maids appr

(Author’s POV)Finally, the day arrived. The third trial.From the early hours of the morning, the Skylar mansion carried a quiet gravity. No one rushed. No one spoke unnecessarily. Every movement was deliberate, every breath measured, as if the house itself understood the importance of what was about to unfold.Aurora stood beside Ivy, adjusting the collar of her outfit with gentle hands. Ivy looked calm on the surface, too calm but Aurora knew better. She could feel the tension in Ivy’s shoulders, the way her fingers trembled just slightly before curling into fists again. Aurora cupped her face softly.“You don’t have to be strong today,” She whispered. “Just be honest. We’ll