LOGIN(Aurora’s POV)
I closed the door behind me as I entered my small, cozy apartment. The warmth of home enveloped me, but my heart felt heavy with the weight of the day’s events. I slipped off my shoes and sank into the couch, my thoughts replaying the conversation with Mr. Skylar.
His words had been kind, his intentions genuine, but the enormity of what he was asking still felt overwhelming. I sighed, leaning my head back and staring at the ceiling.
“This isn’t just a marriage,” I murmured to myself.
“It’s... so much more”.
I reached for my phone, hesitating for a moment before opening the search bar. My fingers hovered over the screen, but I knew I couldn’t avoid this.
‘Skylar brothers’
As I pressed enter, countless articles, photos, and videos appeared. The internet was teeming with news about them…each of Mr. Skylar’s sons was a public figure in his own right.
Owen, the eldest son. He was the stern-faced heir to the Skylar business empire, always impeccably dressed, always exuding control. Yet, in one photo of him at a company event, I noticed his grip on the podium was too tight, his expression too rigid.
Then there was Ryan, the entrepreneur, his vibrant energy captured in candid shots from networking events. His success radiated from every frame, but I detected a restlessness in his eyes, as if he were chasing something he could never quite catch.
Then came Asher, a global superstar with millions of fans. His photos showed him on red carpets, flashing his dazzling smile, but I remembered the faint sadness I had noticed in his eyes when Rain showed me his picture.
Finally, Ian, the youngest, appeared in photos from college football games. His boyish charm was evident, but so was a sense of longing, as if he were caught between the expectations of his family and his own dreams…A boy still figuring out his place in the world.
I scrolled further until I found a family portrait. It was a polished photo, taken at what appeared to be a gala. Mr. Skylar proudly stands in the center, his four sons flanking him. At first glance, they appeared to be a picture-perfect family, but as I studied it closely, the cracks became evident.
The brothers stood apart, their body language stiff, their smiles practiced rather than genuine. Even in the presence of their father, there was a palpable distance between them, as if they were strangers forced to play a role for the camera.
“This is what he meant,” I whispered.
“They’re together, but not really ‘together’”.
I could see it now, this family, for all its wealth and success, was fractured.
I set my phone down and stared at the ceiling, my mind swirling. Mr. Skylar’s words echoed in my head, “They’ve drifted apart. They need someone who can bring them back together”.
My parents’ worried faces surfaced in my thoughts next, their quiet sacrifices and their desperation to secure a better future for me. I felt the weight of their struggles, the silent plea in my father’s voice when he had spoken of the proposal.
I picked up the phone again and stared at the family photo. My chest tightened as I thought of Mr. Skylar’s faith in me, my parents’ sacrifices, and the lonely eyes of the Skylar brothers.
“They all need something,” I murmured.
“Maybe… maybe I can help them”.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, the decision settling over me like a heavy but firm cloak.
“For my parents… and for Mr. Skylar,”I said softly.
“I’ll do this”.
My heart ached with the enormity of my choice, but for the first time in days, I felt a strange sense of calm. I didn’t know what awaited me in the Skylar family, but I was determined to face it head-on.
Next minute, I dialed Mr. Skylar’s number. It rang twice before his calm, confident voice answered.
“Aurora,” He said, his tone warm.
“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon”.
“I’ve made my decision,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me.
“I’ll marry your sons” There was a brief pause before Mr. Skylar’s relieved voice replied.
“That’s wonderful news. You’ve made me very happy, Aurora”.
“But,” I interjected firmly.
“There’s a condition” The pause this time was longer, and I could sense his curiosity.
“Go on”.
“This marriage will be a contract marriage. I’ll stay with your sons and do my best to bring them together as a family. But once they’re united…once they don’t need me anymore, I’ll leave” I said, gripping the phone tightly.
The silence that followed was deafening. I bit my lip, wondering if I had pushed too far. But then Mr. Skylar’s voice returned, calm and measured.
“A contract marriage,” He repeated slowly.
“You’re asking for an exit plan”.
“Yes!” I said firmly.
“This isn’t just about me, Mr. Skylar. Your sons deserve to choose their future once they’re in a better place. And I… I don’t belong in their world… forever”.
There was a pause on the other end, the silence stretching long enough for me to wonder if he was rethinking his offer.
Finally, Mr. Skylar spoke, his voice steady.
“If that’s what it takes, then so be it. But I truly believe that in time, you’ll become more than just the glue that holds them together. You’ll be part of this family, Aurora. Perhaps even in ways you can’t yet see”.
My grip on the phone tightened. I wasn’t ready to agree with him, but I appreciated his sincerity.
“Thank you” I said simply, my voice soft.
After ending the call, I sat in silence, staring at the photo of the Skylar family still open on my phone. The weight of my decision settled over me, and I wondered what lay ahead.
For my parents, for Mr. Skylar, and for the distant brothers in the photograph, I was about to take a step into the unknown.
(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.
(Author’s POV)By the time evening settled in, the sky outside the mansion had turned a soft shade of orange fading into dusky blue.Elara stood near the door, adjusting her bag over her shoulder while Aurora walked her out. Ivy hovered a few steps behind, her fingers twisting together, hesitant, but not anxious like before.“I’ll come again,” Elara said warmly, looking between the two of them.“And next time, Ivy, you have to tell me the ending of the novel”.“I will” Ivy smiled shyly. Elara smiled back, genuinely pleased.“You’re doing amazing” She then squeezed Aurora into a brief hug, whispering.
(Author’s POV)After breakfast, the Skylar mansion slowly returned to its usual rhythm.Owen and Ryan were the first to leave, already dressed in their tailored suits. They kissed Aurora gently, forehead, cheek before heading out to the office, reminding her to call if she needed anything.Ian followed soon after, grumbling dramatically about college while still managing to steal a hug from Aurora before rushing out. Asher lingered the longest, brushing a brief kiss against Aurora’s temple before leaving to meet his manager.Once the front doors closed, the mansion felt quieter but not empty.Aurora walked back to her room to check on Ivy. The girl sat curled up on the bed, legs folded beneath her, completel
(Author’s POV)Morning arrived softly.Pale sunlight filtered through the curtains of Asher’s room, brushing over tangled sheets and quiet breaths. Aurora stirred first, nestled against Asher’s chest, his arm heavy and warm around her waist. For a moment she lay still, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the calm that only came after a night where emotions had finally settled instead of fought.She smiled to herself.Asher shifted slightly, his fingers tightening instinctively at her waist, as if even in sleep he was afraid she might slip away. When his eyes finally opened, still hazy with rest, they softened instantly at the sight of her.“Morning” He murmured, voice low and
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(Ryan’s POV)The night air was cool, a gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of roses from the garden below. The moonlight bathed the balcony in silver, casting soft shadows on Aurora and me as we stood in silenc
(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.
(Owen’s POV)My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of the early morning sun streaming through the curtains. I blinked a few times, my mind still foggy, trying to piece together where I was. The unfamiliar warmth







