Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena Wedding

I just saw the boy I had loved three years ago. “Why did you really do it, Damian?” I asked softly, the question slipping out before I could stop it. “Why did you really marry me? You could have picked anyone. You could have picked Victoria.” Damian’s hand tightened on my waist. He pulled me closer, until there was no space left between us. His face was inches from mine. “Because, Elara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. “Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.”

She said to Jacob, "Hurry up and get Mel off the stage, Jake. It's my wedding today—what will my husband and his family think of me if she keeps causing a scene like this?" Jacob hurried on stage and grabbed me, wanting to drag me away. "Haven't you disgraced yourself enough, Melinda? Do you want the whole world to know about the dirty things you've done?" I shook him off and slapped him. He owed it to me. "We've been together for seven years, Jacob. Don't you have even the slightest bit of faith in me?" He shoved me to the floor and roared, "The report makes it clear that you have syphilis! How do you expect me to believe you?"

"What?!" Mr. Mark exclaimed and said, "you cannot cancel the wedding just like that. Damon had returned back and he agreed to meet with Maria for the wedding to hold." Mr. Troy's fist tightened around the phone, and he said, "I want Damian and not your second son who isn't skilled or business-oriented. Only if Damian agreed to the marriage arrangement can you give me a call. Aside from that, do not contact my number again." Mr. Troy ended the call, and Maria giggled and told her father, "Thanks, Dad. I will be on my way home now."

As such, this so-called opportunity had fallen into my lap instead. Emma smiled triumphantly. "The dragon clan's palace is resplendent. You're so lucky, Lilian." That night, Father sent a butler to the elves' temporary residence to discuss the specific details of the marriage. The wedding was scheduled to be held in Sapenthia Chapel in three days. Mother gave Emma a magic accessory box that had been passed down through several generations as a wedding gift. On the day of the wedding, I accompanied my family to the elves' temporary residence—Oak Manor—and met Aleron again.

“You don’t have to stand here if it makes you sad.” Elena gave him a small smile. “I’m not sad,” she replied gently. “I’m honoured.” He looked at her for a moment longer, then turned back to the portrait. “I think she’d like you,” he said quietly. Elena swallowed, not trusting her voice to answer. She simply placed a hand gently on his shoulder, and together, they stood there in respectful silence. ….. Damien had made it back to his office, but nothing about him felt the same as it did that morning before he’d gone to his parents’ house for the surprise marriage arrangement. He didn’t even know how to feel anymore.

"But you're mine. And I'm yours. And I choose you. Today and every day after. Not because I have to. Because I want to." "I love you," he said. "I love you too." The officiant smiled. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Again. You may kiss your bride. Again." Damon pulled her close, kissed her like they weren't standing in front of people. Like it was just them. Like nothing else existed. When they broke apart, everyone was cheering. "We did it," Eve said. "Yeah. We really did." They walked back down the aisle together. Married. Again. For real this time.

Waiting to complete the transaction. Elena swallowed hard. Each step felt heavier than the last, her breath shallow. She should have been happy. A wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion. But with each step, she felt like she was walking deeper into a prison she could never escape. Finally, she reached the altar. Damien didn’t offer his hand. He didn’t even look at her properly. The officiant began speaking, but Elena barely heard the words. Her mind was spinning. This is real,

Elena was confused on what the man was trying to pull, clearly he was a married man with a child who was present and in her arms. He looked toward the altar. “You asked me to marry you.” Elena’s lips parted “I didn’t know you had a child.” “I don’t have a wife”, Damien replied calmly. “She passed away.” Her heart clenched “I’m sorry”. He gave a small nod “My hands are still up”, he reminded Elena. Behind them, George was already fed up with the drama unfolding before him. Today was supposed to be his wedding day. Elena heard his footsteps rushing toward them, and heard the panic in his voice.

It was just like the times in Beacon before Mom’s marriage. Although I was the youngest, I had no trouble bonding with Julia, Dominic’s girlfriend, and Daniella, Drake’s fiancée. Their wedding plans made me jealous. I wanted to plan our wedding as well. But Damien hadn’t even asked me to be his actual girlfriend. “Where do you want your wedding, Elena?” asked Daniella, making my heart skip a beat. I glanced at Damien to find him staring at me. “I um, want it at Beacon with my grandparents. They can’t travel, and I want them to attend my wedding.”

Ezra, beside him as best man, bent forward to whisper, "Breathe, brother. She's approaching you." But Damian had no answer. He could only remain there, utterly destroyed. Eliana’s eyes met his halfway down the aisle. And they locked. She smiled—a small, sacred curve of her lips that said everything without words. "I love you. I’m yours. I’m ready." Damian’s breath shuddered. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a homecoming. As they reached the altar, Benedict turned toward Damian, his arm still hooked with Eliana’s. He looked the younger man square in the eye—father to future son-in-law.