LOGIN(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
(Asher’s POV)My morning began the way most of my mornings do now, quiet, steady and grounded.I woke up before the alarm, eyes opening to the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I simply lay there, one arm tucked behind my head, breathing in the calm. The heaviness that had once pressed against my chest, the constant tension, the headlines, the uncertainty…was gone. My name was clear. The storm had passed. What remained was peace, and it felt unfamiliar yet welcome.I showered, dressed in simple comfort, nothing flashy, nothing loud. I had never needed extravagance to feel confident, calm suited me better. By the time I stepped out of the room, the mansion was already awake, low voices drifting through the halls.The dining room was ali
(Author’s POV)Night had settled gently over the Skylar mansion, wrapping it in a calm hush. Dinner had ended on a quiet, comfortable note with soft conversations, the familiar rhythm of family life.But tonight, as Aurora lay curled beneath the sheets, staring at the ceiling, sleep refused to come. She shifted on her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, her mind far too awake.‘Asher’s birthday is in three days’, the thought surfaced again, persistent and bright.“I can’t mess this up” She murmured to herself.Her mind began racing. ‘A party?’ She immediately frowned. Too predictable. Asher had attended enough lavish parties to last a lifetime.
(Author’s POV)A week had passed since Ivy left with Kemal, and life at the Skylar mansion had slowly settled into a quieter rhythm.Almost every day without fail, Aurora’s phone would light up with Ivy’s name. Sometimes it was a long call filled with stories about Turkey, the food, the city lights, Kemal hovering around her like a proud shadow. Sometimes it was just a few minutes before bedtime, Ivy’s voice soft and sleepy, asking Aurora what she was doing. Those calls became Aurora’s anchor. A gentle reminder that love didn’t disappear with distance, it simply learned new ways to exist.Aurora had also started going back to college, slipping back into routine as if life hadn’t shifted in some fundamental way. Ian accompanied her like always, protective but easygoing, teasing her during breakfast and waiting patiently after lectures. Asher had returned to his hectic shooting schedules, often leaving early and coming back late, exhausted but smiling whenever Aurora was around. Owen a
(Author’s POV)The moment the heavy doors of the Skylar mansion closed behind them, the silence hit harder than any goodbye at the airport ever could.Aurora walked in first. Her steps slowed almost immediately, as if the house itself had shifted, too quiet, too still. The laughter that had echoed through these halls for weeks was gone. No hurried footsteps running down the stairs. No soft voice calling her name. No presence curling itself naturally into every corner of the mansion.She paused in the living room. Her eyes moved unconsciously toward the couch where Ivy liked to curl up with a book, toward the window seat where they had shared whispered secrets, toward the staircase where Ivy used to race up two steps at a time.Behind her, the Skylar brothers
(Author’s POV)The two days that followed passed like a fragile dream, soft, bright, and painfully fleeting.From morning till night, the Skylar mansion echoed with laughter, Ivy’s laughter. Aurora and the Skylar brothers made it their unspoken mission to give Ivy memories she could carry with her for a lifetime, moments warm enough to return to when homesickness crept in, when doubts whispered too loudly, when the world felt heavy again.They cooked together in the massive kitchen, flour on faces and laughter ringing when Ryan nearly set off the smoke alarm. They watched movies sprawled across couches, Ivy tucked between Aurora and Asher, her head resting comfortably, as if she had always belonged there. Owen taught her chess one afternoon, patient and calm, while Ian sneaked her chocolates and pretende
(Author’s POV)By late afternoon, the sun had softened into a warm, honey-gold glow, spilling through the tall windows of the Skylar mansion. The house, which had witnessed so many intense emotions over the past weeks, now felt calm, almost tender. Aurora stood near the entrance with Ivy beside her, both of them ready to step out.“We’ll be back by evening” Aurora said gently, her hand resting over Ivy’s shoulder.Owen nodded, understanding immediately.“Take your time,” He replied.“Make memories. That’s what matters”.Kemal watched them quietly, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly why Ivy wante
(Author’s POV)The car’s door opened and Skylar brothers stepped out one by one, together, for the first time in years. The media and public had been waiting for this very moment. The flashing cameras turned into an almost blinding storm of lights, capturing the brothers from every possible angle.
(Author’s POV)Owen’s frustration had only grown throughout the day. Every meeting, every report, and every single conversation at the office had been filled with irritation, his patience running razor-thin.
(Author’s POV)Mr. Skylar forced his sons to have breakfast together the next day because they had been avoiding Aurora since their wedding. That’s why Aurora was shocked to see them all together.
(Aurora’s POV)Mr. Skylar turned to one of the maids with a firm, but polite, instruction."Please take Aurora to her room and kindly ensure she is comfortable" He sai







