Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Kabanata 441 - Kabanata 450

(Author's POV)The afternoon that had started so normally was about to turn into every Skylar brother's worst nightmare. Inside the floor-to-ceiling glass conference room of Skylar Enterprise, Owen Skylar sat at the head of a massive table. He was in the middle of an intensive, multi-million-dollar board meeting with international investors.Suddenly, the doors of the conference room burst open with a loud, echoing thud. Every single board member jumped, turning their heads in shock. Jason, Owen’s assistant, stumbled into the room. A thick sheet of cold sweat was breaking out across his forehead, and his chest was heaving with a violent, hyperventilating panic.Owen’s dark eyes flashed with an immediate, dangerous fury. He detested interruptions, especi

(Author’s POV)Thousands of miles away from New York, under the blazing Mexican sun, Asher's day had started like any other shooting day. Directors were shouting instructions, and heavy camera cranes were swinging through the air. Asher Skylar stood at the center of the set, looking like a commanding action star. He was halfway through a scene, his focus absolute, when his manager, Damien, suddenly bypassed the security barriers. The director yelled in frustration, but the anger vanished the moment everyone saw Damien’s face. He was completely pale, his hands shaking as he approached Asher."Asher, stop. We need to go," Damien choked out, his voice trembling as he gripped the actor’s leather jacket. 

(Author’s POV)The three Skylar brothers sat motionless on the broken remains of what had once been a shopping mall. They were covered in cuts and dust. Blood trickled down their hands where concrete and twisted metal had torn their skin apart. Their expensive clothes were ruined. Their bodies ached. Yet none of it compared to the pain crushing their hearts.Ryan sat hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees, staring blankly at the ground. Ian's eyes were red and swollen. Tears sat stubbornly in both their eyes, refusing to fall because once they fell, the brothers feared it would mean accepting reality and they weren't ready, not yet.Seeing the profound, dangerous stillness settling over the brothers, the bodyguards and a few police officers stepped forward with immense caution. They gently but firmly pla

(Author’s POV)For the entire four-hour flight from Mexico to New York, Asher felt like he was suffocating. The private jet cabin was quiet, too quiet. His manager, Damien, sat across from him while Carl remained nearby, both watching him with concern.The air conditioning was humming at full blast, yet thick beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, matting his unstyled hair against his skin. His hands, usually so steady under the glaring lights of a movie set, were shivering uncontrollably as he clutched his smartphone like a lifeline."Breathe, Asher. Just focus on your breathing," Damien said softly, kneeling beside the seat. He held out a bottle of water, his face etched with profound worry. "We’re flying at top speed. The pilots are pushing th

(Author’s POV)The Skylar brothers remained on the sidewalk long after darkness had settled over New York. None of them wanted to leave because leaving would make it real, leaving would mean accepting that Aurora wasn't coming home and none of them were ready for that.They were simply four devastated men trying to survive the worst night of their lives. Caleb had rushed straight to the scene the moment the news of the explosion broke. He stood in front of the huddled brothers, his breathing heavy, his face completely pale as his eyes took in their disheveled, ruined appearance."Ryan? Owen?" Caleb’s voice shook, cutting through the low hum of distant sirens. He looked around frantically, his eyes searching the surrounding emergency tents before droppin