Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

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

He laughed softly. The wedding ceremony was short. A priest who looked uncomfortable stood before them and read the vows. Elena repeated the words to a man she barely knew while surrounded by people who might want her dead. When Damien kissed her at the end, the kiss felt more certain than the almost-kiss the night before. It was firm, steady, and intentional. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes made her forget her surroundings. The reception took place in a large ballroom with chandeliers and polished floors. Elena shook hands with people who smiled politely while their eyes measured her and searched for weakness.

Elena was confused on what the man was trying to pull, clearly he was a married man with a child who was present and in her arms. He looked toward the altar. “You asked me to marry you.” Elena’s lips parted “I didn’t know you had a child.” “I don’t have a wife”, Damien replied calmly. “She passed away.” Her heart clenched “I’m sorry”. He gave a small nod “My hands are still up”, he reminded Elena. Behind them, George was already fed up with the drama unfolding before him. Today was supposed to be his wedding day. Elena heard his footsteps rushing toward them, and heard the panic in his voice.

Only their closest friends, family, and a few trusted allies were present intimate, exclusive, and perfect. Elena walked down the aisle in a stunning, flowing ivory gown that caught the sea breeze, her heart pounding with overwhelming emotion. At the end of the aisle stood Damian, tall and devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo, his piercing gray eyes locked on her with a mixture of awe, love, and raw possession. When she reached him, he took her hands, his voice low and steady as he whispered, “You look like forever.”

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?”

For a moment, the tension hung like a cloud over the pavilion, unnoticed by guests but palpable to the couple. Elena’s pulse quickened, but she drew strength from Damian’s calm, the way he had always been her anchor. Whatever Marcus intended, whatever schemes lingered beyond the ceremony, she knew she was not alone. As the officiant pronounced them united, the guests erupted in applause. Elena’s eyes filled with tears—not of sorrow, but of triumph. Damian’s smile was genuine, unguarded, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of lasting happiness. The kiss that followed was tender yet electric, a culmination of months of struggle, fear, and desire. It was a

He snorted at me and put his hands on his hips, standing majestically as if he were declaring war. “After two months, you can rethink if you really want to get married,” Damien said with a smirk. “Okay. I will.” I responded immediately after being given this two-month opportunity. “And whatever happens, you can’t report it to Noah,” said Damien. “Of course, of course!” “Even if you change your mind, it’s your change of mind. Regardless of me.” “Accepted.” I smiled. With a smug face that says this is not a good deal for me, Damien replied, “Stay strong, then.” It sounded like a warning.

Chapter 7: Elena’s POV ​Damian stood frozen on the bottom step of the grand marble staircase, his eyes wide and bloodshot. The crumpled divorce paper was still clutched tightly in his right hand, the edges tearing under his fingers. ​"C-Carter...?" Damian’s voice cracked, all the arrogance draining out of him as he looked back and forth between Carter’s broad frame and the heavy diamond ring on my left hand. "What are you doing with my wife?!"

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."

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.