Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine. “Elena and I have an arrangement,” he said. “It helped both families.” Arrangement. Not wife. Not Donna. Not the woman whose brooch he had fastened, whose bed he shared, whose child she carried. Vanessa smiled at me with soft pity. “That makes sense. Matteo was always too serious for romance unless someone forced him into it.” I could have asked about the Donna-wing access, the missing signet, or the ceremony he had abandoned the moment she returned, but there was nothing elegant in bleeding at a dinne

Her vision blurred slightly. Damian had never married her because he loved her. To him, Elena was just the orphan girl he drunkenly spent one night with after a party. But when photos of them leaving a hotel together leaked to the media and rumors started spreading, the scandal forced Damian to marry her to protect his family's reputation. Elena had married Damian because she loved him desperately after the one night stand. Everyone warned her he would never love her back but she married him anyway. Back then, she truly believed love could make a person stay.

And beside him… was a woman. Beautiful, elegant, and looking at me with pure hatred. “Damien!” The woman stood up and clung to his arm. “Who is she? Why is she here? You said it was just for show!” Damien didn’t push her away. He just looked at her calmly. “Elise, this is Violet. My wife. Violet, this is Elise, my… friend.” Friend. Right. The woman he truly loved, I assumed. Elise laughed sarcastically and walked towards me. She looked me up and down.

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

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

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.

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”

Damian sat propped up against the pillows, his dark eyes wide and searching, as if trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like his own. I sat on the edge of the chair, careful not to crowd him. The last few days had been a whirlwind-family members circling like vultures, legal threats looming, and a constant undercurrent of tension that made it hard to breathe. But now, in this quiet moment, it was just the two of us. Or almost. “Are you… Elena?” His voice was soft, uncertain, like he was testing the name on his tongue for the first time. I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes. I’m here with you.”

"Papa, you see this, right? She's hiding something." Their father sighed heavily. "Mijo, your sister has her reasons." "Her reasons?" Marco's voice rose. "Or her secrets? Because I saw something, Elena. Something you might want to explain." Elena's heart stuttered. "What are you talking about?" Marco pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, then turned it to face her. On the display was a photograph. Not just any photograph. A professional shot from a society website, featuring Elena in an evening gown, standing next to Julian at some benefit. The caption read: "Julian Thorne and his new wife enjoy an evening at the Metropolitan Arts Gala."

Or if he was not forced, at least, I was sure the idea did not come from Mason himself. “Was it your idea?” I asked boldly what was in my head. I really wanted to know for my peace of mind. I was hoping that, like the last time, he would be honest with me. Damian did not disappoint me. He nodded and said, “Yes.” We fell into silence, but after a few seconds, Damian broke the silence that cloaked us temporarily when he spoke. “The wedding was my fault in the first place. If only I had told everyone at the church that Damon was missing and come clean that the crew had mistaken me for him, then the wedding wouldn’t have happened.” His voice was still low.