Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena Wedding

“I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, watching you bite your pen in that library. I’m never letting you go. Not in three months. Not ever.” Elena kissed his chest, right over his heart, tears of pure happiness in her eyes. “I’m yours, Sir. Forever.” Epilogue Six months later, Elena walked down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, the elegant day collar — now a permanent part of her — hidden beautifully beneath delicate lace at her throat. Damien waited for her at the altar, looking like sin and salvation in his black tuxedo. His eyes never left hers, filled with dark possession and profound love.

The guards looked at Cade, and after getting a nod, they stepped aside. I stopped in front of Damien, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground. He looked up at me, his eyes full of a desperate, flickering hope. "Elena, please..." He reached out a shaking hand, trying to grab the hem of my wedding dress. "Damien," my voice was as calm as still water. "I’m not lying to you. The Elena who loved you really is dead. You killed her with your own hands." Damien’s eyes went wide, filled with pain and confusion.

"I certainly didn't expect, four centuries into my service to this Council, to find myself standing witness for a wedding between a Voss and an Ashgrove, genuinely moved by the prospect rather than dreading it as some reckless political gamble." The music began before Damon could formulate a response, an arrangement blending traditional pack drums with the more formal vampire strings, and he turned toward the pavilion's entrance, breath catching entirely at the sight that greeted him: Elena, in a gown of deep, elegant ivory that caught the winter light like captured moonlight, walking the aisle on her father's arm with a radiant, unguarded joy that made every careful strategic calculation, e

"Whatever this started as, Elena, it isn't that anymore. Not for him." Elena didn't trust herself to answer that. She simply nodded, throat tight, and let Vivienne settle the veil into place. The ceremony was small, quiet, held in a glass conservatory overlooking the city rather than the cathedral spectacle the tabloids had probably imagined. Elena walked down an aisle of exactly nineteen guests, her pulse loud in her ears, and found Damian waiting at the end of it in a black suit, watching her the way he'd watched her that very first night, as though she were the only equation in the room that had ever actually mattered.

With how disheveled my thoughts were I knew driving was a bad idea, so I reached my chauffeur and have him pick me up. In the backseat of my car, I opened my phone and went through the file Drew dropped in my mail. It contained information about Elena. I began scrolling and scrolling, picking up little details as I went through. I stopped when I noticed a sentence that caught my attention, I read it carefully and my brows furrowed deeply. Elena used to have a college boyfriend before she agreed to be my bride. They stopped seeing each other a few days before she moved into the Villa.

Damian sat propped up against the pillows, his dark eyes wide and searching, as if trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like his own. I sat on the edge of the chair, careful not to crowd him. The last few days had been a whirlwind-family members circling like vultures, legal threats looming, and a constant undercurrent of tension that made it hard to breathe. But now, in this quiet moment, it was just the two of us. Or almost. “Are you… Elena?” His voice was soft, uncertain, like he was testing the name on his tongue for the first time. I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes. I’m here with you.”

I curved my lips into a smile for the first time that day. Touching my ring, I wrote back, "I'm good. Honestly, I haven't felt this great in four years." … Damian spared no expense for the wedding. Almost the entire Calloway family showed up, alongside the friends who served with him and his post-military business partners. The ballroom was packed to the brim. Everyone in the crowd kept whispering about how devoted he was, and the only person who thought of calling me was Elena.

It was impossible for him to make matters any more complicated because everything was already a mess. “First, I need you to respond to my question: what did you say to him?” Damon asked one more time. Elevena could tell that he was being serious, so she quickly responded to him,. "I didn't say anything to him. In fact, I was unable to even inform him about our upcoming wedding." "Then how did he find out, and how do you know that he unquestionably knows, which is why he's out there looking for evidence?" Damon questioned while narrowing his eyes.

“I’m not giving her up. She’s my wife.” Damon stared at him for one long second. Then he spoke. “She’s not your wife anymore.” His hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me firmly against his side. “She’s mine now.” My eyes widened instantly. “What?” Damon didn’t even look at me. “Yeah,” he said flatly while staring directly at Sebastian. “I’m marrying her.” Sebastian looked like the world had just collapsed in front of him. “What the hell?” he shouted. “Are you both insane?! I’m still her husband!”

And once the wedding finally happened officially, Elena would lose every bit of importance she currently had inside that mansion. Eventually, Dominic would have no choice but to choose me publicly and permanently. Much later that night, I finally returned home feeling mentally exhausted. The mansion was quiet when I stepped inside, but the moment my eyes lifted toward the staircase area, my footsteps slowed immediately. Dominic stood there holding Nora carefully in his arms while she laid peacefully against his chest. And standing beside him was Elena. Lucas stood close beside her while holding onto her hand comfortably. The sight made something ugly twist violently inside me.