All Chapters of One Bride, Two Masters : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“Do you take them, Lena?”The priest’s voice shook as he said it. Them. Not him.Every whisper in the grand hall died. The silence pressed down, thick and heavy.Lena froze.Her fingers trembled around the bouquet. Her lips parted, but no word came out.She looked up and saw them.Two men. Two brothers.Two grooms.Damian Blackwell stood on her left tall, dark, and sharp as a blade. His jaw was tight, his black suit perfect, his cold eyes locked on her like a hunter watching prey.Beside him stood Darius Blackwell his younger brother wearing gray instead of black, softer in looks, calmer in energy. His lips carried a faint smile, not cruel, not mocking, but something that almost looked like pity.Two opposites.One storm.Lena could hear the crowd behind her start to whisper.“Both of them? Is this real?”“The Blackwell brothers… sharing a bride?”“Poor girl. She looks terrified.”Lena’s chest rose and fell too fast. Her heart hammered against her ribs.She was terrified.She wanted t

“My lady… it’s morning.”Clara’s gentle voice cut through the quiet of Lena’s room. She stood by the window, letting the sunlight spill in.Lena stirred, her eyes blinking against the light. Her body ached slightly, and her mind felt heavy. She remembered the wedding night and how everything had changed. Two men now owned her life in a way she could not yet understand.Clara smiled softly. “Don’t worry. You need to eat something. Mrs. Blackwood has already asked for you at breakfast.”Lena sat up slowly. “I… okay,” she whispered. Her voice felt fragile.Clara moved to her side and poured warm water into a basin. “Here, wash your face. Take your time.” She brushed Lena’s hair gently. “You’re safe here, my lady. I promise. Things are different, yes, but you will adjust. You have me.”Lena nodded silently. She allowed Clara to help her bathe. Every movement of Clara’s hands was careful and kind, making her feel slightly at ease. Lena looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her wedding ri

“If she thinks love will save her in this house,” Damian muttered coldly, “she’s more foolish than I thought.”Damian's reflection stared back at him through the dark glass of his office window. The sun had barely risen, yet his anger had already found a reason to burn. He straightened his cuffs, his jaw tightening with irritation.Lena.Her name alone made his blood boil not because he wanted her gone, but because she had become Darius’s peace, and peace was something Damian despised his brother having.He turned sharply and stormed out of the room.….Lena stirred slowly. Her head ached lightly, and her body felt heavy, as though the night had drained her strength. Warmth surrounded her strong, steady warmth. When she opened her eyes, her heart skipped.Darius was beside her.His arm rested protectively over her waist, his breath calm and slow. For a moment, she didn’t move. She didn’t want to. The calmness in his sleeping face felt unreal in a house that breathed only control and t

“I won’t let him break me,” Lena whispered to herself as she stood in front of the mirror, eyes hard, face blank.This morning was going to be different.No more soft smiles.No more acting weak.No more letting Damian think she was easy to control.If he believed she cared for Darius… he would hurt her more.So she would cut Darius off.She would freeze every feeling.She would protect herself even if it meant pushing away the only one who showed her kindness.She brushed her hair back, tied it into a neat ponytail, and stepped out of her room.The hallway felt colder today.The house was silent except for slow footsteps behind her two maids watching her with sharp eyes.She ignored them and continued walking.As Lena reached the dining room, she saw Damian and Darius already sitting. Mrs Blackwoods was at the head of the table, chin raised high. A plate had been set in front of Lena’s usual seat.Darius looked up immediately, smiling softly.“Good morning, Lena,” he greeted kindly.