All Chapters of My Groom Abandoned Me, So I Married His Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

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“If you step out that door, Cassian, I won’t be waiting when you decide to come back. I’ll find another groom and marry him today. Dare me.”Serena Vale stood motionless in the bridal suite of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the ivory silk of her custom gown cool against her skin. Four hundred guests were already seated in the nave below.Cassian Blackwood adjusted the silk cuffs of his tuxedo in the mirror, an easy smile on his face.“Serena, don’t be dramatic.” He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. “It’s Liora. Her father sits on the Voss Group board. You know how critical this partnership is for the merger. She just wants a brief word.”Serena turned to face him. “She’s the daughter of your business prospect, Cassian, not your bride. Our press conference ended twenty minutes ago. The chapel is packed. And you want to run off to meet a woman who hasn’t stopped pursuing you since last month?”Ever since the autumn gala four weeks ago, he had grown distant—late-night calls, sudden ab

Last Updated : 2026-09-09

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Cassian tore through the sanctuary doors expecting to stop a childish prank, only to find a signed marriage certificate in his half-brother’s hand.The heavy mahogany doors slammed against the stone frame, the thunderous crack echoing off the cathedral’s vaulted ceiling. Heads turned in unison as Cassian strode down the center aisle, his tuxedo disheveled, his breathing heavy and ragged."Serena!" His voice sliced through the stunned silence, harsh and demanding. "What the hell is this insanity?"Serena didn't flinch. She stood on the top step of the altar, her spine straight, watching him approach with cold detachment. Beside her, Asher remained still, a shadow of quiet power.Cassian took the marble steps two at a time, his face flushed with rage. He ignored the priest, ignored the whispering crowd, and focused entirely on the woman in the ivory silk dress."Enough of this ridiculous game," Cassian spat, reaching out to seize her hand. "You've made your point. You're angry. Now get

Last Updated : 2026-09-09

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Serena expected a disgraced outcast’s hideout; instead, she walked into a penthouse built on absolute, quiet power.The private elevator opened directly into a vast open-concept residence overlooking the Hudson River. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around minimalist concrete and dark walnut wood. There were no gilded frames or ostentatious heirlooms like the ones decorating the Blackwood estate—only sharp lines, rare art, and an imposing elegance that felt entirely untouchable.Serena stepped out onto the polished slate floor, the heavy train of her wedding gown rustling softly against the silence.Asher unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of a charcoal velvet sofa before walking toward the marble kitchen island."Sit down, Serena," he said, pouring cold water into a glass. "You look like you're holding your breath.""I'm fine," Serena replied automatically, though her fingers remained tight against her clutch. She didn't sit. Instead, she turned to face him as he app

Last Updated : 2026-09-09

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Manhattan woke up to photographs of Serena Vale leaving St. Patrick’s Cathedral wearing Asher Blackwood’s ring. By seven in the morning, every financial daily and gossip column featured the same high-resolution shot on their front pages: the heiress of Vale Maison, radiant and unbothered, her hand resting over the chest of the exiled Blackwood son. The headlines asked the same question: Why did Serena Vale choose the outcast over the heir? Serena didn't hide. At eight-thirty sharp, her armored black SUV pulled up to the glass-and-steel facade of Vale Maison’s SoHo headquarters. A wall of fifty paparazzi surged against the polished security barricades, flashbulbs detonating in rapid succession. Serena stepped onto the pavement dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, her dark hair pulled into a sleek, low bun. She didn't duck her head, and she didn't rush. She walked past the shouting reporters with her chin high, the gold signet ring on her left hand gleaming beneath the morning li

Last Updated : 2026-09-09

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Serena dropped the heavy leather file onto Asher’s desk. The dull thud echoed through the quiet penthouse study."I found out who approved the money," she said.Asher didn't look up immediately. He sat in his high-backed leather chair, the dim ambient light from the floor-to-ceiling windows outlining his broad shoulders. He set down his pen and reached for the folder.He opened it. His eyes landed on the secondary signature block at the bottom of the debt authorization page.Evelyn Blackwood.Asher’s expression didn't change, but his body went completely still. His hand stayed flat on the paper."That’s hers," Asher said quietly."You’re sure?" Serena asked. She rested her hands on the edge of the desk, leaning forward slightly. "It’s not a proxy stamp? Not a manager signing on her behalf?""I spent twenty-three years looking at that signature on legal documents," Asher said. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. "It’s Evelyn."Serena pulled back and crossed her arms."Why would she author

Last Updated : 2026-09-10

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Evelyn Blackwood smiled across the corner table of the dining room at The Carlyle, picking up her fine porcelain teacup."I wondered how long it would take you to realize marrying Asher was a mistake," she said.Serena set her water glass back onto the white tablecloth. She looked at the woman sitting across from her—the woman whose home she had visited for holidays over the last three years, the woman who had hosted her birthday dinner just six months ago."Then lunch is going to disappoint you, Evelyn," Serena said.Evelyn set her teacup down with a soft click against the saucer. She looked as composed as always, but Serena could see the subtle shift in her posture."Serena, please," Evelyn said, her voice softening into the familiar, warm tone she had used with Serena for years. "We’ve known each other too long for this coldness. You've been like a daughter to me for three years. I care about you, and I care about your future."Serena let out a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking her

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

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Serena’s phone lit up first. Then Asher’s. Then the wall-mounted market display behind the dining table flickered with breaking alerts. The same photograph appeared everywhere: a twenty-three-year-old Asher Blackwood standing in the rain outside the family estate, security on either side of him, the word DISOWNED stamped across the scanned document beside his face.THE BLACKWOOD DEVIL IS BACK—AND THIS TIME, HE HAS A WIFE TO HIDE BEHIND.Serena stared at the headline until the words blurred. Comments were already stacking underneath. Old society names she had sat beside at dinners were now questioning her judgment in public. One post called Vale Maison “a cautionary tale in poor leadership.” Another suggested the board should intervene before the brand became untouchable.She set the phone down hard enough to crack the silence.“They’re using your past to gut my company in real time.”Asher stood near the windows, back to her, the city lights outlining the rigid line of his shoulders.

Last Updated : 2026-09-12

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The elevator doors opened with a soft hydraulic sigh.Asher did not move from where he stood.Cassian stepped into the penthouse like he still owned the right to enter any room that contained Serena. His tuxedo from the wedding was gone. In its place was a dark overcoat, collar turned up against the rain, hair damp, eyes sharp with the particular brand of entitlement that had always made Asher’s jaw tighten.Cassian’s gaze found Serena first. Then it slid to Asher and stayed there.“Of course you’re here,” Cassian said. “Lurking in the background like you always did.”Asher kept his voice level. “You’re in my home. Uninvited.”“Your home.” Cassian let out a short, ugly laugh. “You mean the place you bought with whatever money you scraped together after crawling away from the family mess you made. Don’t stand there and play host, Asher. I came to talk to my fiancée.”“Ex-fiancée,” Serena said from beside Asher. Her voice was cold enough to cut glass. “And you can talk from the hallway

Last Updated : 2026-09-12

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