Damon And Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

Zelena said calmly. She stepped back slightly as Lara tried to slap her in return. "What the hell is going on here?” They turned toward the voice. It was Dylan, with Drake by his side. Zelena couldn’t look Drake straight in the eye. "Is she your wife?" Lara asked him, pointing at Zelena. Zelena sighed. Dylan didn’t answer. "You better be joking, Dylan,"Katee said seriously. "Yes, she’s Mr. Dylan Romano’s wife."

I asked him as I realised that there may not have been a baby on the way anymore. “ Damn it Damien, will you just listen to me” he said as he let go of Elena with one of his hands and then he reached for something behind him. I instantly pulled the trigger and aimed for his arm. He dropped Elena to the ground and I ran to pick her up and move her away from him and into the car.

"Did something happen?" Damian's frown was immediately replaced with a smile which I really didn't believe came sincerely. "Tell me if anything's wrong Damian. You helped me, and if there's anything I can help you with no matter how little, you should talk to me." He shook his head in negation once again, "There's nothing wrong, Elena, I'm fine, I promise." He replied and I finally decided to take his word for it. "Since the wedding is in a hurry, I made plans for your wedding dress already and it would be coming in today, and every other things that you're gonna be needing for tomorrow, including a private specialist ."

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Adrian began packing away the papers, the click of the briefcase echoing like a period at the end of a chapter. “I'll revise the agreement tonight.” I nodded, relief washing over me that this initial round was nearly done. Then he added the bombshell, closing the case with finality. “Once both parties approve the amendments... The wedding will need to take place immediately.” I blinked, my mind reeling. “Immediately?” Damien finally spoke, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Five days.” My eyes widened. “Five days?” The words escaped in a whisper, disbelief crashing over me like a wave.

“You two know each other?” Elena immediately answered, “No.” At the same time, Damian said, “Yes.” The room became awkward instantly. Adrian frowned. “What’s going on?” Damian finally looked away from Elena and turned to Adrian. “Leave us alone.” Adrian stiffened. “Excuse me?” “I said leave.” The coldness in Damian’s voice made even Vanessa uncomfortable. Adrian cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwood, with all due respect, Elena is still my wife.”

Elena frowned. “Guests?” “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” Damien’s expression remained unreadable. “I was.” He checked the time on his watch. “Right on schedule.” Elena looked between the two men. “Who are they?” Damien buttoned his suit jacket. “The people whose opinions matter before I make you my wife.” She blinked. “My… wife?” “I never make decisions alone.” “What does that mean?” “It means my family deserves to know who you are.” A cold knot formed in Elena’s stomach.

“You came in like a hurricane. Not the woman I expected. Not the pawn I needed. Just... you. Untamed. Unapologetic. And I let you into my storm thinking I could control it”, Her throat tightened, and she stepped toward him. “And now?” Damien reached into his jacket. No flash. No performance. Just vulnerability. Just truth. He dropped to one knee. Elena’s breath hitched. “I married you out of rage,” Damien said. “I stayed for revenge. But I’m asking now; will you choose me? No contracts. No war. No conditions. Just us”, He opened the velvet box.

After the party, Sera and I walked toward the hotel's grand entrance. The night air was cool. "Tonight was a massive success. Did you see their faces, Elena? Everyone wants a piece of you." "I saw. It feels surreal." "Get used to it. This is who you are. You deserve to be seen." We waited at the curb. A sleek sports car pulled up. Damon and Isabella. Isabella, draped in a lavish gown, clung to his arm, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee.

Without much thought, I open the black box up and I'm hit with the bright beautiful smile of a woman not more than 22 years of age. Her blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun and she's looking at Damien. A smiling Damien who looks like he's found the greatest treasure in her. I look through the other pictures and find wedding photos of Damien and who I'm guessing is Elma. This confirmed that Louisa didn't completely lie, Damien was once married. I continue looking through the photos and by the end of everything, I am sure that Damien didn't kill Elma. Even a blind person could feel their chemistry through the photo, not more in real life.