Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena Wedding

Damien’s pov I could barely breathe. Everyone was staring at me. Whispering…pointing. "That's Damien Blackwell. He was married to her." "I heard he treated her terribly." "Serves him right. Look at her now." I wanted to disappear into the floor. Mother was having a complete meltdown at our table. And me? I just stood there watching Elena dance with Caleb Harding like she wasn’t a married woman. "Damien." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Victoria.

I told him and he nodded. “I'll be there soon, love. Just give me a sec” he returned and I left the kitchen. I walked into the living room and placed the bottle of wine on the table first. With the wine glasses still in hand, I grabbed the remote to change the channel and I froze when I got to the news channel. It was breaking news. My grip loosened and the glasses fell to the floor, shattering into many pieces as my eyes zeroed on the screen before me. Elena and Damien were getting married. According to the report, they claimed to have fallen in love when their paths crossed as I worked with him as a partner.

When she finished, he smiled sadly and said, “I always knew you’d survive something impossible.” They hugged. Not as lovers. Not as what they once were. As people who had shared a chapter and lived to turn the page. And then—there was the wedding. No scandals. No disguises. No secrets. Just Lena Rowan walking down the aisle as herself. Damon waited, eyes steady, heart sure. No cameras. No performances. Only those who mattered, gathered to witness something earned. When she reached him, he whispered, “This time, no pretending.” She smiled. “Never again.”

Eleanor gasped — not loudly, but with disappointment so heavy it made Damian shift uncomfortably. “A devil? Damian, how dare you call your wife that? That girl has done nothing but try in her own way to make this marriage work.” Damian shook his head. “Grandma, we’ve passed that point. I have made my decision and that’s final.” Eleanor’s voice dropped, softer but full of pain. “So Selene is your future? That girl who can’t even look me in the eye without faking a smile?” “Grandma, I love Selene,” Damian said, not even noticing the slight hesitation at the back of his throat. “And we’re getting married. So please, just… accept it.”

he murmured as he his hands sneaked around my waist, voice low enough for only for me to hear “only made you more expensive, sweetheart.” The crowd cheered. My mask hid my face, but not the terror in my eyes. Now, let us back track to why I am in this mess. My family is not on the wealthy side I mean, we manage but with 5 kids, it gets kind of hard to go by and our family is in a lot of debt. Hi my name is Elena and I am the first child. About a month ago, my dad called me into his office and he told me that I am going to be getting married in three month time to the most vicious and cruel man that ever walked the face of the earth. I couldn’t move, I was just staring at my dad like he had g

Don’t make me wait. Elena’s heart slammed in her chest the whole ride up in the private elevator. She knew what this was. The doors opened straight into his sprawling main penthouse. Damon stood by the glass, tie loosened, top buttons open. “Close the door, Elena,” he said, voice low and dangerous. She did. Her skirt hugged her ass, her blouse stretched tight over her hard nipples. Damon turned slowly. His dark eyes locked on hers. “Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to me?”

Every glance at Damien reminded him why they had risked everything. Back at the apartment, the familiar space welcomed them with its quiet comfort. The living room lights were on, soft and warm. Elena—Damien’s sister and one of the few people who had known their secret from the beginning—waited with a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket and two glasses already poured. She stood by the window, a single sheet of paper in her hand, her expression a mix of excitement and gentle concern. She raised the glasses as they entered. “To the champions,” she said, voice warm. Then her tone shifted slightly as she held up the paper. “The wedding venue just confirmed. Stadium lights. Tomorrow nig

“We’re bound now. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” Elena smiled, closing her eyes for a moment as she savored the feeling of being in his arms. “I never imagined the ceremony would be so beautiful. Everything was perfect.” Damien chuckled softly. “I told you I wanted it to be special. You deserve nothing less, Elena.”

In that moment, the last of the New York fog finally lifted. The wedding was held at a private estate in Sicily, surrounded by fields of white lilies and the salt-heavy breeze of the Mediterranean. On the day of the ceremony, Damian—who had been ghosting the perimeter for weeks—suddenly crashed the gates. He was a skeleton of a man. His cheap linen shirt was torn and disheveled, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, jagged despair. "Elena! You can't marry him... I know what I did! Please, just one more chance!" He tried to lung for the altar, but Cyril’s soldiers intercepted him yards away, pinning him down.

Vincenzo hummed in response. “Boys, I need tell you all something very important.” Damien stated, getting the attention of all of his children, including his soon to be wife. Claiming her hand within his, his eyes flickered between them with a small smile. “Remember, we were supposed to have the wedding on last Friday? But we couldn't because of Elena’s health.” He paused as he saw the boys nod in acknowledgement. “But now without any further due, we’ll have it this Saturday. Which means two days from now on.” He ended his speech with a kiss on her knuckles to which Maddie giggled. Awh’s were heard in the room whilst Elias snorted in disgust.