*Isabella's POV*
I have to be honest, when they both got on their knees on that balcony months earlier, I was fucking scared. I'd only ever heard about traditional weddings, with one bride and one groom, and what we were about to do was so far from that it felt like we were standing on the edge of a cliff. I didn't know how people would react, but they were right. In the end, nobody else mattered when we were together.
That proposal was like a fucking coming-out party for all of us, and although I heard some not-so-friendly whispers, the majority of our friends and acquaintances were all incredibly supportive. Well, of course they were. The majority was aware, because we were never fucking careful. We never really were.
They'd take me to dinner at the most exclusive restaurants, risking being seen by paparazzi, and we made out in public places all the time. Hell, they couldn't keep their hands off me, and I sure as shit couldn't keep mine to myself. How could I, when I had the most perfect, gorgeous pair of men in the world at my beck and call?
As I walked down the makeshift aisle, a path of white rose petals laid out on the sand, towards the altar overlooking the endless, sparkling sea, I couldn't have been more proud of my two fiancés.
They were standing there, waiting for me, dressed in beautiful, white suits that were so different yet so perfect. Damien's was immaculately tailored, a picture of classic sophistication, while Jacob's had a slightly more relaxed cut, the top button undone, a hint of his tattoos peeking out. They were a study in contrasts, my perfect pair.
I finally reached them, my heart hammering against my ribs. Elly, standing there in a simple but elegant dress, beamed at us. "Okay," she said, her voice full of theatrical authority. "Say romantic stuff to each other."
Jacob took a step forward, his usual playful smirk replaced by an expression of such raw, unguarded sincerity that it made my breath catch. He took my hands, his grip firm and warm.
"Isabella, my love for you is a fucking wildfire," he began, his voice thick with emotion, carrying easily over the gentle sound of the waves. "It was a spark the first day I met you five years ago, a dangerous, beautiful thing I knew I had to play with. But you didn't let me. You saw past the charm, past the man-child, and you showed me what a real fucking fire looks like."
He paused, his eyes searching mine, and I could see the entire history of us reflected in their depths. "You truly taught me what love is. Before you, love was a game, a feeling, a fleeting thing. But you... you made it a choice. A promise. Even after that insane connection between us was broken—a connection I once thought was the only reason I felt so much—my love for you didn't just burn. It fucking exploded. It became something real, something that's all mine, and it's stronger today than it has ever been."
He lifted one of my hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly. "I love you, my sweetheart. And I promise I will spend the rest of my life taking care of you, protecting you, and making you laugh until you can't breathe. You are my everything."
Then it was Damien's turn. He stepped forward, his movements calm and deliberate, a stark contrast to Jacob's fiery energy. He took my other hand, his touch a grounding, steady force. His eyes, usually so guarded, were open and vulnerable, fixed on me with an intensity that made my soul feel completely exposed.
"Isabella," he began, his voice a low, deep rumble that seemed to resonate with the very core of my being. "The first time I met you, my world didn't just jump. It fucking fractured. I was a man who lived in black and white, a world of logic and ledgers. And then you walked in, a chaotic, beautiful splash of colour I couldn't understand, couldn't control. I knew, with a certainty that scared the hell out of me, that I wanted you beside me forever."
He took a breath, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. "I didn't ask myself why, because my heart doesn't deal in 'why.' You became my obsession. My body and soul, every fucking cell, screamed out for you. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. I didn't have a name for it back then, but I was already so deeply in love with you it was a physical ache. I was too wounded, too fucking proud to accept it. I kept my walls up so high, built them thicker with every passing day, and locked all my feelings inside."
He looked down for a moment, a faint, self-deprecating smile on his lips. "But you... you didn't try to tear them down. You just waited. You were patient. You were the light that seeped through the cracks I didn't even know were there. Now that you're mine, my love hasn't just grown; it has reshaped my entire fucking world. You are my everything. You changed my life. It still scares me sometimes, when I find a piece of my soul in yours, when you know exactly when I need a smile or when I need to just hold your hand. You help me make sense of the chaos, Isabella. You are my anchor."
He lifted my hand to his lips, his kiss a soft, reverent promise against my skin. "My heart was always meant for you. And what I promise you, until my very last breath, is to love you. To protect you. To be your foundation, just as you have become mine."
I took a deep, shaky breath, the sea air filling my lungs as I looked at the two men I loved more than life itself. Elly gave me a small, encouraging nod.
"My boys," I began, my voice thick with emotion but clear and steady. "I love you both with all my fucking heart, and I can't even begin to tell you how much I've grown next to you."