(Owen’s POV)
I was sitting in the backseat of my car, my jaw clenched tightly, my fingers gripping the phone as the scenes from earlier replayed in my head. The vulgar headlines, the doctored photos, the vicious comments, all aimed at her. At Aurora.
My heart burned with rage, my expression as cold as steel. Without wasting another second, I opened the group chat I shared with my brothers and Aurora and typed furiously.
Owen: Everyone come back to the mansion. Now! I don’t care what you’re doing, drop it and come home.
Not waiting for replies, I switched to calling. The line rang for a second before Ian picked up.
“Are you in college?” I demanded immediately.
“Yes and I saw your message,” Ian replied, his voice low but laced with protective fury.
“I’m bringing Aurora back right now
