LOGIN(Author’s POV)
The moment Ian’s sleek black car pulled up to the front of the restaurant, the staff at the entrance straightened in attention. The elegant glass doors slid open as if in greeting, revealing a lavish interior bathed in warm, golden light. A gentle hum of conversation filled the air, mingling with the soft melody of a live piano playing somewhere near the bar.
(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)The warm breeze rustled through the trees as Mia and I strolled around the college grounds, enjoying the fresh air. My mood had been off since morning, my thoughts consumed by Ian and that girl I sa
(Ian’s POV)I was walking down the hallway with my friends, laughter and light banter filling the air as we made our way toward the cafeteria. It had been a busy morning with back-to-back classes, and I was lookin
(Author’s POV)Aurora leaned slightly forward on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen."Did you see that pass? That was incredible!" She exclaimed, her voi
(Owen’s POV)Next morning, the warm sunlight filtered through the large windows of dad’s study as I entered. Dad seated behind his mahogany desk, looked up and gestured for me to sit.







