Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena Wedding

At our joint engagement party, my best friend and I both left with rings on our fingers. Sabrina Vale was marrying Luca Marino, the boy I’d loved for ten years. I was marrying Adrian Calloway, the man every society columnist in New York swore was obsessed with me. When it was my turn to make a toast, Sabrina brought up an old bet and grinned at the crowd. “Let’s see whether our princess already has her fiancé on a leash.” The guests started chanting for Adrian to smear engagement cake across my face. His hand stalled. For one stupid second, I thought he’d put the plate down and stand beside me like he always promised he would. Then Luca asked if Adrian was whipped before the wedding had even

hidden things happened between us but let keep that aside for now and beside he was in a relationship with this farm girl, Elizabeth my soon to be arch nemesis. Damon agreed to the wedding but a day it to it, here I am, with tears in my eyes. I summoned up courage and strength into Damon's mansion only to find out he was now married to Elizabeth. Damon had been smiling throughout, all through our wedding preparation not once did he smile at me, I was always the one trying to lighten up the mood.... Now can you pity me?

He swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of her again—this time keeping a careful distance. “Please,” he said quietly, almost afraid. “Say it again. If I heard you right… I need to hear it again.” Elisa hesitated. Her chest felt tight, her pulse loud in her ears. She forced herself to lift her head. “…I’ll do it,” she said softly. “I’ll marry you.” The words hung in the air. Damian inhaled sharply. Then, suddenly, he was in front of her again—but this time he moved slowly, deliberately, as though approaching something sacred.

Elena Carter, Damion's former fiancée, exuded beauty and confidence, her red gown fitting her shape flawlessly. Murmurs enveloped the space as she approached Carmela, her gaze shimmering with spite. "Look who we have here, if it isn’t the latest bride in town! Mrs. Blackwood, right?” Carmela raised her brow as she looked at the woman, “And you are?” “So, you’re the little girl Damion married,” Elena said, her voice sweet but dripping with venom, ignoring that Carmela had just asked who she was. “I have to admit, I didn’t think he’d go so low.”

“Oh, by the way… I have some good news.” “What now?” Elena asked while sipping her coffee. “I’m… getting married.” Elena choked a little. “What? Seriously?” Tamara laughed. “Seriously! Damian proposed to me yesterday at the café. It wasn’t super romantic, but… it was really sincere.” Elena hugged Tamara spontaneously. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve to be happy.” Tamara let out a relieved sigh. “And… I want you to make my wedding dress.” Elena smiled. “Of course. I’ll definitely make your wedding gown, my best assistant.”

"The wedding is at two PM, St. Catherine's Church. Try to look happy in the photos. My father is particular about image." The wedding happens exactly as planned. I wear a dress Mother chose—white, expensive, borrowed from a boutique I can't afford. Elena is my maid of honor, stunning in emerald green, already tipsy from the champagne toast. Father walks me down the aisle with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Damien waits at the altar in a black tuxedo, devastatingly handsome and utterly expressionless. When I reach him, he takes my hand out of obligation, not affection. His skin is cold.

“We’ll make sure there’s a special dog-friendly cake just for Max. And maybe a whole tower of towers for you.” Elena watched them with a soft smile, her heart full. She reached across the table and squeezed Damien’s hand, their fingers intertwining naturally. The promise ring and eternity band on her finger caught the morning light, a constant reminder of the journey they had taken. Later that afternoon, while Leo napped with Max curled up beside him, Elena and Damien retreated to the living room couch with wedding magazines. Damien pulled her onto his lap, arms wrapped around her as they flipped through pages together.

The merger dinner. Damien had been working on it for weeks, and despite everything that had happened between them, Elena was still expected to attend events connected to their marriage. She hurried toward the hallway. Maybe she could still get ready. Maybe Damien hadn't left yet. She turned the corner too quickly and bumped into someone. “I'm sor—” Her words stopped. She looked up. Damien. He was dressed in a flashing suit, every part of his appearance carefully put together. His expression was already cold.

, I asked with my eyes focused on him as I knew Damon would be watching. I already saw him coming out of the elevator “Thanks a lot Naomi and I only washed my hair, I was planning on getting a new cut during the weekend”, he replied “Good morning sir”, Daniel greeted. “Hey! Morning”, Damon answered and turned to look at me so close to Daniel and still holding one of his hands and my other hand on his hair, playing with every strand I could get hold of. “Good morning sir”, I greeted without facing him. “Naomi, report to my office!”he ordered and left angrily.

Not even the man she was about to get married to. It was that pathetic. Gabriel beamed at me, despite his grave expression and placed Elena's trembling hand in mine. I wrapped my fingers around her hand and held on to her tightly, my gaze sweeping over her face. She was visibly fidgeting, and her eyes were filled with so much raw fear and insecurity as the officiating priest began the ceremony. “Dearly beloved. We're gathered here today to witness the union of Elena Williams and Richard Delmonte,” he said. Elena and I exhaled in relief.