LOGIN(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, th
(Author’s POV)Asher lay stretched out on the narrow bed inside the vanity van, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting loosely on his chest. The faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant, muffled sounds of the set outside created a cocoon of calm. His eyes were closed, lashes resting against his cheeks, breathing slow and even. For once, his mind wasn’t racing, no scenes, no dialogues, no pressure. Just stillness.The silence lingered, comfortable and unhurried, the kind that only settles among people who don’t feel the need to fill every gap with words.It was Damien who finally broke it.“So, your birthday’s coming up” He said casually, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
(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)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.
(Aurora’s POV)I gave a few final instructions to the maids regarding the evening preparations after lunch. As I exited the kitchen to head back to my room, faint voices caught my attention. I paused, tilting my h
(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







