LOGIN(Author’s POV)It was completely silent throughout the entire estate. Now Aurora stood in the centre of the living room. While Owen, Ryan, and Asher were having a good time, Ian was growing more and more alarmed by Aurora's composed expression.“Ian, do you have any idea how many times I checked my phone tonight?” She said, folding her arms.“I forgot to message you. We were out…” Ian’s brows knit together.“The point is that you knew I was worried. You knew everything that’s going on with Ivy” She cut in.“I didn’t mean to worry you,” He said, more seriously now.“I really didn’
(Author’s POV)It was almost midnight.The mansion, which usually settled into a calm, dignified silence by this hour, felt anything but peaceful. The lights in the living room were still on, casting a warm glow that did absolutely nothing to cool Aurora’s temper.Asher stood in front of her, hands tucked behind him like a child and being scolded by his wife. Aurora paced back and forth like a storm contained in human form, her footsteps sharp against the marble floor.“You knew I got worried after not hearing anything from any of you” She said, spinning around to face him.“Yes” Asher nodded calmly.“And yet, you thought it was perf
(Author’s POV)The Skylar mansion felt unusually quiet.Aurora stood near the large glass windows of the living room, arms folded loosely around herself, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky outside. The soft golden lights of the mansion glowed warmly, but they did little to calm the storm brewing inside her chest.She was pulled out of her thoughts when light footsteps approached.Turning around, she saw Ivy emerging from the dining room, wiping her hands lightly with a napkin. The girl looked calmer now, more settled, but Aurora’s heart pinched with guilt the moment she saw her.“I ate dinner” Ivy said softly. Aurora’s expression immediately changed.
(Author’s POV)The silence that followed Owen’s last words was thick, almost suffocating. Kemal sat still, shoulders slumped, his confession hanging in the air like a wound that had been cut open and left exposed. Owen didn’t rush him. Years of running empires had taught Owen that sometimes silence was sharper than interrogation.Finally, Owen spoke again, his voice calm, controlled, but carrying authority that left no room for evasion.“How did you know Ivy is your daughter?” Owen asked. Kemal lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red, not from tears alone but from the weight of fifteen years of restraint finally cracking.“After I walked away from her mother,” Kemal began.“I
(Owen's POV)Kemal was seated in front of me. His body slouched as if the entire weight of the world rested on him, and anyone could see how much he regretted his past mistakes just by looking into his tear-filled eyes that dared not spill.“She started keeping bad company,” Kemal said.“People who partied endlessly. Alcohol. Drugs. Boys with money but no direction. I was often away, and when I wasn’t, she became someone I didn’t recognize”.“One night, I went to her apartment unannounced. I wanted to surprise her. To talk. To fix things” His hands trembled slightly now.My expression hardened.“She was drunk,&rdquo
(Owen’s POV)My office was wrapped in its usual aura of quiet authority, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, muted steel and wood tones, the steady hum of power that came with control and precision. I was sitting behind my desk, sleeves rolled up slightly, eyes focused on the contract glowing on my tablet. Numbers, clauses, timelines, things I could command effortlessly.The soft knock at the door barely registered at first.“Come in” I said without looking up.“Sir, there’s a gentleman in the reception who’s asking to meet you” My assistant stepped inside, posture straight, expression professional.“Does he have an appointment?” I finally looked up.
(Aurora’s POV)Owen sat on the ground, his body trembling as he wept. The weight of his emotions had completely broken him. I had been silently watching him from a distance, and couldn't bear to see him like this
(Aurora’s POV)As the meeting ended, I wasted no time. My heart was pounding as I quickly walked out of the hall, my mind racing. I knew Ian would have questions, and I wasn’t ready to answer them, especiall
(Aurora's POV)I walked through the hallway toward the big hall where today’s literature club meeting was scheduled. It had been three days since I had first attended the club, and although I still felt nerv
(Aurora’s POV)I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. My room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting warm light across the walls. The peaceful silence of the nig







