All Chapters of My Groom Abandoned Me, So I Married His Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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, s

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

Serena woke before the alarm.The guest suite was still dark. She had slept in fragments, the Osaka suspension and the possibility of an internal leak turning over in her mind like stones. When she finally gave up and dressed, the sky beyond the windows had only begun to lighten.She found Asher already in the study.He sat at the primary terminal in the same dark shirt from the night before, sleeves rolled, a single page of notes resting beside an empty coffee cup. The monitors displayed clean summaries rather than the chaotic cascades of data from hours earlier.He looked up when she entered.“You didn’t sleep,” she said.“Neither did you.” He slid the single page across the desk. “This is everything we confirmed overnight. What happened. What we know. What we don’t. What needs to happen next.”Serena picked it up. The report was precise—no excess language, no speculation dressed as f