Damon And Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

Damon shouts at her, which shocks everybody, but Ashley is expecting this. "Damon, behave yourself." Damon glared at his father. "Shut up, Ashley is mine, and I have all rights to do whatever I want, and no one can stop this wedding." "We are going to stop this wedding, Damon, and if we feel like we need to, we will cut your bond with Ashley." Everyone froze as they turned around and saw Elser and Queen standing with Ashley; they were both staring towards Damon with cold eyes. Today, both of them were going to end this chaos. They will make the decision and may change their destiny.

Gosh! "Kayzer? Benjamin?" My mother is shocked when she saw closely Kayzer and Benjamin. Kayzer smiled and take my hands to my parents. I know they were all shock because this is unexpected. Fortunately,l we only invited few people. "Hon... you can run away from this," Benjamin says in his begging voice. I didn't reply because the priest started. "Don't try to ruin this, Benjamin," Kayzer threatened. I saw people at our back crying because I and Kayzer said yes to each other. Just a final vow and kiss then we are officially married.

If not for the miscarriage report I had hidden away, if not for the child no one had ever known about, I might have believed him. Damon's phone rang soon after. He went out to the balcony to answer it. When the glass door closed, only Selene and I remained in the room. She set down her teacup, and the softness on her face vanished. "You're still not leaving?" I looked at her. She laughed. "Honestly, I've never seen anyone put up with as much as you." "Seven times." "All I had to do was say one word, and Damon turned a wedding into a divorce ceremony."

“Elena, someone’s here to see you.” My heart paused for a moment as I pushed the door open and walked out. Two people were standing in the front hall—Damien and Luca. In just a little over ten days, Damien had already grown noticeably thinner. His usually immaculate black coat carried wrinkles from traveling, and exhaustion heavily shadowed his eyes. Luca stood beside him, still holding the wooden gun model I had given him. The moment he saw me, tears immediately rolled down his face. “Mom…” The instant he called out to me, my left hand instinctively clenched.

"Then he picked wrong. I'm no wolf." My father's gaze didn't waver. "Then learn to become one." The wedding happened on a sweltering August afternoon in the Moretti estate chapel. Three hundred people. Six armed guards at every exit. Dante slid the ring onto my finger, leaned in, and murmured against my ear: "Try to run, I'll break your legs." I smiled for the cameras and whispered back: "Try to touch me, I'll cut off your hands." He laughed. The guests thought we were exchanging sweet nothings.

She just looked at him like she’d already accepted the worst of it. “Who told you to come here?” he demanded, pushing himself upright. The room spun. Elena flinch. “you asked for me,” she said. Her voice was steady, too steady for someone who’d been dragged into a marriage against her will. “Your wife. According to the marriage certificate you signed at 3:14 AM.” Damien stared at her. The name meant nothing. The face meant nothing. He’d been told Sophia would be here. Sophia, nineteen, soft-spoken, desperate to please. This woman was older, sharper, and she wasn’t looking at him like he owned her.

Even then, it seemed, Elara Rivers had a way of bending her surroundings to her will. "And the engagement?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing slightly as I noticed vague references scattered across the file. Edward shifted, his wolf barely masking its distaste. "Damon," he answered shortly, as if the name alone explained everything. "It was planned as a politically ideal match. Elara and Damon—uniting the Stone Pack with a secondary bloodline of the Thornes. It was widely celebrated." Luke growled faintly, his disdain for my half-brother rumbling beneath my surface calm.

“Per the terms of the agreement, we are gathered to solemnize this union in the eyes of law. Do both parties consent?” Silence. Dante didn’t answer. His head turned — slowly — and finally, finally, those eyes landed on me. “I do,” he said. It wasn’t a vow. It was a verdict. The priest looked at me. “Elena Russo. Do you consent?” I should’ve said no. Every part of me wanted to. My tongue sat heavy behind my teeth. My stomach flipped like I’d swallowed something that was still alive. But I looked at Dante — and I remembered what he’d said in the office.

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

Elena's eyes widened in horror as she yelled, "Over? What about me? You promised you'd help me! If my parents don't witness the ceremony, they won't believe it. They'll send me away to the Corsica family to settle their debts. Those people will torture me!" A vein throbbed at Lorenzo's temple. "If I help you, who's going to help me? My girlfriend married someone else. Do you think I'm in the mood to stand there and put on a fake wedding with you? All I care about now is to get Cinzia back!" Elena was devastated. As their car slowly closed in on the one ahead, something in her snapped. She suddenly lurched forward, climbing into the front seat and seizing the steering wheel, wrenching it hard