Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

How? ‘Well, after you went awol on me at the club, Damian walked up to me and we talked. Turns out he's the lawyer to Rollins. He was invited to the wedding too. He's a great guy.’ Elena smiled shyly as she said the last part, stealing a glance at Damian. 'Oh!’ was all Sheena could mutter. She could tell her sister was smitten by the Damian guy, but that was the least of her concerns right now. She was disturbed with thoughts of Jake and she'd been wondering if he was present at the reception.

The guards looked at Cade, and after getting a nod, they stepped aside. I stopped in front of Damien, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground. He looked up at me, his eyes full of a desperate, flickering hope. "Elena, please..." He reached out a shaking hand, trying to grab the hem of my wedding dress. "Damien," my voice was as calm as still water. "I’m not lying to you. The Elena who loved you really is dead. You killed her with your own hands." Damien’s eyes went wide, filled with pain and confusion.

Damien’s pov I could barely breathe. Everyone was staring at me. Whispering…pointing. "That's Damien Blackwell. He was married to her." "I heard he treated her terribly." "Serves him right. Look at her now." I wanted to disappear into the floor. Mother was having a complete meltdown at our table. And me? I just stood there watching Elena dance with Caleb Harding like she wasn’t a married woman. "Damien." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Victoria.

He blinks a few times. “Why…why are you talking to me like this? Did you not recognize me? I’m Damon, Elara. Damon Blackwood. Your husband. We got married six years ago. Don’t you remember anything?” Did he not hear me calling him by his name? Or did he just choose to ignore me because my reaction wasn’t what he expected? Honestly, why am I not surprised? “I remember,” I say slowly and clearly this time. Maybe that’s what he needs—a slow conversation for his apparently slow brain. “I just don’t care.”

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.

It was just like the times in Beacon before Mom’s marriage. Although I was the youngest, I had no trouble bonding with Julia, Dominic’s girlfriend, and Daniella, Drake’s fiancée. Their wedding plans made me jealous. I wanted to plan our wedding as well. But Damien hadn’t even asked me to be his actual girlfriend. “Where do you want your wedding, Elena?” asked Daniella, making my heart skip a beat. I glanced at Damien to find him staring at me. “I um, want it at Beacon with my grandparents. They can’t travel, and I want them to attend my wedding.”

Ezra, beside him as best man, bent forward to whisper, "Breathe, brother. She's approaching you." But Damian had no answer. He could only remain there, utterly destroyed. Eliana’s eyes met his halfway down the aisle. And they locked. She smiled—a small, sacred curve of her lips that said everything without words. "I love you. I’m yours. I’m ready." Damian’s breath shuddered. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a homecoming. As they reached the altar, Benedict turned toward Damian, his arm still hooked with Eliana’s. He looked the younger man square in the eye—father to future son-in-law.

"Thank you." "Are you ready?" Selene asked. Elara nodded. "Yes." The ceremony began, and Elara walked down the aisle, her father's arm in hers. Damon stood at the altar, waiting for her. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a silver tie, and he looked more handsome than ever. As Elara reached the altar, Damon took her hand. "You look beautiful," he said. Elara smiled. "Thank you." The officiant began the ceremony, and Elara and Damon exchanged vows.

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?