Chapter 1
(Author’s POV)
The morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the modest living room of the small apartment. The walls, though not adorned with much, were filled with memories, family pictures, hand-drawn cards, and trinkets that Aurora had collected over the years. The air smelled faintly of the breakfast her mother was preparing in the kitchen.
Aurora, dressed in a plain blue dress with an apron tied around her waist, sat at the small dining table, staring out the window. Her father, Mark, sat across from her, sipping his black coffee, his weathered face showing the traces of long years in the corporate world, though not in the high-powered office of Skylar Enterprises. He worked in the mailroom, managing deliveries and doing menial tasks for those at the top. Despite his position, he never let his disappointment show. His work was important, he always said. It puts food on the table. And for him, that was enough.
“You know you’re doing great, right? Working hard… it matters” His voice was low, earnest. She nodded, though a part of her wished for more, something beyond the routine, beyond the constant struggle.
Every day felt like a cycle that repeated itself. She worked at ‘The Beanery’, a small, bustling cafe down the street, serving customers with a friendly smile and preparing drinks on autopilot. The hours were long, and the pay was barely enough to cover her own expenses, let alone contribute much to the household. But she never complained. Not to her parents. They had enough burdens of their own.
Her mother, Sophie, walked into the living room, drying her hands on a towel. She was in her mid-forties but looked older, the years of scrubbing floors in other people’s homes taking their toll. Yet, she always wore a smile when she saw her daughter.
“Aurora, don’t forget to take the bus on time. I’ll leave the lunch money on the counter for you”.
“I’ll be fine, Mom. Thanks” Aurora said, getting up and giving her mother a quick hug. Sophie kissed her cheek.
"I know you will. But I worry sometimes. You’re carrying a lot of weight on those shoulders, sweetheart. Just remember we love you, no matter what” Aurora smiled warmly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Her parents worked so hard, and yet they never seemed to get ahead. Her father did everything he could at ‘Skylar Enterprises’, but no matter how much he tried, he remained stuck in the lower ranks. And her mother, despite her tireless cleaning jobs, couldn’t catch a break either. It made Aurora feel guilty for wanting more out of life. They were doing their best, so what right did she have to complain?
Before she left, her father’s voice called after her.
“If you ever need a break, just let me know, okay?” Aurora turned, flashing a small but genuine smile.
“I will, Dad. I promise” She grabbed her worn-out bag and stepped out of the apartment, the familiar sound of her shoes tapping on the concrete echoing in the quiet morning.
The morning air was crisp, the kind that made Aurora pull her coat tighter around her shoulders as she walked the familiar route to ‘The Beanery.’ The streets were quiet, save for the occasional hum of passing cars and the distant murmur of early risers starting their day. Her mind, however, was far from peaceful.
Her thoughts drifted back to that day, three months ago, when everything changed.
It had started like any other day, her father leaving for work early at ‘Skylar Enterprises’ and her mother sending her off with a kiss. But that day was different. That day, Mr. Skylar, the man who owned the company where her father worked, had arrived at their modest apartment with a proposition that felt like something from a different world.
Aurora’s stomach tightened as she recalled the moment when he first spoke. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, absentmindedly sipping her tea, when the doorbell rang. Her father, looking unusually tense, had opened it, and there stood Mr. Skylar, dressed in a suit so expensive it almost looked out of place in their little hallway. His presence was commanding, even in the calm of the morning, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and intimidation.
“Aurora, I’d like to speak with you about something important” Mr. Skylar had said, his voice smooth but with an edge of authority. She had been surprised, confused, even as he ushered her into the living room, where her father was already seated, looking uncharacteristically nervous.
She could still hear Mr. Skylar’s words clearly in her mind.
“I’ve watched you for some time, Aurora. Your grace, your strength. Your family’s sacrifices haven’t gone unnoticed. And I would like to make a proposal. One that, I believe, will benefit us all”.
At that moment, Aurora had wondered if this was some sort of misunderstanding. Was this business? Was her father in trouble? She had exchanged a glance with her father, but his eyes had been downcast, almost apologetic.
And then Mr. Skylar had revealed his true intentions.
“I want you to marry my sons” He had said bluntly.
“All four of them!”
Aurora’s heart had skipped a beat. She had stared at him in disbelief, certain she had misheard. But his expression had been unreadable, calm.
“You see, my sons are in need of stability, something beyond wealth and power. I believe you, Aurora, are the one who can bring them together. And in return, I’ll ensure your family’s future is secure. Your father’s work at Skylar Enterprises will be rewarded... generously”.
Aurora’s breath had caught in her throat. It felt like a dream. Or a nightmare.
Her father, sitting beside her, had looked away in shame, his face reddening as if he had known what was coming but never expected it to be so direct, so sudden.
“You’ll have everything you could ever want,” Mr. Skylar had continued.
“A future with my sons…Owen, Ryan, Asher and Ian. Each of them, in their own way, needs someone who can heal the wounds left by their mother’s death… I believe you are the answer”.
It had all sounded so surreal. Marrying four men? Becoming part of a world so far removed from her own? And yet, the promise of financial security for her family, the promise of something beyond the daily grind had lingered in her mind. Her father, who had spent years doing the work of others without ever advancing, was now offered an opportunity.
But the weight of it all had pressed down on her like a heavy stone. She hadn’t spoken at first, the silence stretching long as her mind struggled to catch up with her emotions.
When she finally found her voice, it had come out shakily.
“But... I don’t even know them. I don’t want to marry for convenience, for money...” Mr. Skylar leaned forward, his gaze sharp.
“You will get to know them. This is about more than money. It’s about family. About healing”.
Her father had been the one to speak up, his voice quiet but firm.
“We should be grateful, Aurora. This is a rare opportunity. You’re strong. You can do this”.
His words had stung her, though she knew he had said them out of love, out of a desire to protect her from a life of struggle. But was this the answer? Was this truly what she wanted? Could she become a part of that world…one of privilege and expectation and still stay true to herself?
Aurora shook her head, snapping back to the present. Her thoughts were clouded, heavy, but the weight of the decision still lingered in her heart. The proposal had seemed so far away then, like a dream she couldn’t wake from. But now, as the days passed, she was drawn closer to that reality.
She glanced up at the skyline ahead, the tall buildings of the city casting long shadows over the streets. ‘Skylar Enterprises’ was just a few blocks away…one of the largest, most powerful companies in the world. Her father’s place in it was small, and yet, it felt like the universe was turning its gears in ways she couldn’t understand.
Aurora couldn’t help but wonder if this was her fate, or just a twisted plan of fate she had no control over.
