Did Damon Actually Burn Elena Novels & Stories

“And you think money fixes everything? That you can just take what you want and call it progress? You’re empty. Cold. The second this deal’s done, you’ll forget I existed.” Damien’s eyes flashed. “Forget?” He crowded her against the brick wall, one hand braced beside her head. “You’ve been under my skin since you stormed into my office. I can’t stop thinking about your damn fire, your stubborn mouth, the way you look at me like you want to kill me and—” He cut himself off, breathing hard. Elena’s hands fisted in his wet shirt. “Then do it,” she hissed. “Or shut up.”

Damon’s rage sharpened into a weapon. “Katrina. If you touch Sarah or that boy—” “What?” Her laughter curled like poison. “You’ll kill me? Please. I’ve been waiting.” Her eyes glowed with obsession. “And when I’m done with her… you’ll still marry me. Won’t you?” Damon fired at the screen, shattering it. He turned to face his team — eyes burning blood-red. “We’re ending this,” he said. “And we’re doing it my way.” Lucas and Lou reactivated the elevator. Elena checked her weapon again. No hesitation. No doubt.

Elena Was shocked immediately that part of her face was red due to the force Damíen use to hit her. “I want every single tape of that video deleted when I mean every single tape I also mean the one in your computer storage. Don't cross my bottom line because you will end up spending the rest of your life in an hospital bed.” Damien turned and left without giving her time to retaliate Elena scream as she fell on her knees.

“Then where did they take her?” Elena whispered, “Somewhere we can’t track.” Damian’s face went terrifyingly still. “They lied,” he said softly. The voice returned one last time through the speakers. “Love has a price, Damian Vale.” The line went dead. --- ### **THE PROMISE** Damian turned slowly. His eyes were no longer just dark. They were ruthless. “They crossed a line,” he said. Elijah straightened despite the pain. “Then we erase them.” Elena cracked her knuckles. “Oh good. I was hoping for full villain mode.”

“You’ve come to join her at last.” Elena turned slowly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Damon… I told you not to come.” I stepped forward, my voice rough. “You didn’t think I’d let you face her alone, did you?” Seraphine smiled. “Then burn with her.” The temple erupted in flame.

Her vision blurred as she clutched her stomach, gasping. “Damien… it hurts…” she whispered weakly, her voice trembling with pain and fear. Damien paused at the doorway, glancing back at her — his face emotionless, his eyes like ice. “Your acting skills are improving,” he said coldly. “Even if something did happen to you, I wouldn’t care.” Then he walked out, leaving her broken on the floor. Nothing could hurt Elena more than those words. Darkness swallowed her vision, and she collapsed. ******

She hesitantly nodded a silent yes as I calmly turned away and left, leaving her in her pathetic state. (Damian's POV) I sat helplessly in my room, silently awaiting Elisa's return, feeling increasingly uneasy with each passing second. No longer able to bear the long wait, I decided to retrieve her myself, heading straight to the north wing . Upon arriving, I didn't care to show any decorum as I began violently banging on the door. “It's Damian, open up. I'm here to bring Elisa back”. I announced but was met with pin drop silence as no one responded. After minutes of knocking I decided to leave, hoping that Elisa had already left and was probably just in the safe comfort of her room. Whilst

Later, Damon joined me on the balcony. “You pushed,” he said quietly. “Enough,” I replied. “But not too much.” He studied my face. “If she breaks—” “She won’t,” I said. “Not yet.” “And if Elijah realizes you’re onto him?” I met his gaze steadily. “Then he’ll move faster.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “That’s dangerous.” “Yes,” I agreed. “For him.”

“Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you had plenty of time to reach out. Yet somehow, we’re only hearing about this now.” Damon shifts beside me. “Mom—” “What?” she snaps, her eyes blazing with barely contained frustration. “You want me to shut up? To keep it down? To think before I speak so your delicate wife won’t be offended? What exactly do you want me to do, Damon? What exactly?” “I knew this was a mistake!” Damon drops his fork with a loud clang and stands up. “Come on, Elara. Let’s go. I don’t think I have the appetite for their food anymore.”

Darius touched my shoulder, gently, like he was trying not to startle me. “Elena,” he said, low and firm, “You are in a full heat.”