Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

“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!”

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.

The hallway went utterly quiet. For a moment, she thought he would refuse. Then Damian Blackwood, billionaire, groom, liar, monster — lowered himself to one knee in front of her. Elena’s heart stopped. He took her hand, his fingers warm around her whisky-slick skin, and slid the ring back onto her finger as if he had not just turned her entire world into a cage. Then he looked up at her. And softly, so only she could hear, he said, “Now smile, wife. Everyone is about to watch us fall in love.”

“You don’t have to stand here if it makes you sad.” Elena gave him a small smile. “I’m not sad,” she replied gently. “I’m honoured.” He looked at her for a moment longer, then turned back to the portrait. “I think she’d like you,” he said quietly. Elena swallowed, not trusting her voice to answer. She simply placed a hand gently on his shoulder, and together, they stood there in respectful silence. ….. Damien had made it back to his office, but nothing about him felt the same as it did that morning before he’d gone to his parents’ house for the surprise marriage arrangement. He didn’t even know how to feel anymore.

“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.

She pressed her forehead; her body trembled. “El, listen to me…” Damian panicked as Elena’s face went pale. “After you left… I heard you rose back up. You built a business empire overseas. You became stronger than anyone.” Tears slipped down Elena’s cheeks before she noticed. “Then… who is Nathan?” Her voice shook. Damian looked at her; his eyes were red. “Nathan… is your husband now.” Elena went still. The words cracked like thunder in her ears. “My… husband?”

Plain, ordinary Elena Rivers had been chosen by the Moon Goddess to be mated to an Alpha heir. "You feel it too," Damien had said. It wasn't a question. Elena had nodded, unable to speak. "What's your name?" "E-Elena Rivers," she'd stammered. He'd studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he'd nodded once, decisively. "We'll be married next month." Their wedding came, they had exchanged vows, Damien’s vows had been cold. "Alpha Damien Cross, do you take Elena Rivers as your mate and Luna? Do you promise to protect, cherish, and honour her all the days of your life?"

“I, Dante Romoleo, Take you, ELENA DAMON ALCANTARA, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to uphold and uplift, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do us part. “I Dante Romoleo, Take you, ELENA DAMON ALCANTARA, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to upload and to uplift, in sickness and in health, for better or got worse, till death do us part.” “Good.” the priest mouthed with a smile. Miss Damon, your turn. “Say I, Elena Damon Alcantara, take DANTE ROMOLEO to be my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to uphold and to uplift, in better or for worse in sickness and in health for richer or for poor, till death do us pa

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.”