Does Elena And Damon Get Together Novels & Stories

Damian's hand went very still around his glass. "Did he tell you why?" he asked quietly. "No." Elena held his gaze, refusing to look away. "But I think you might know. And I think it's time someone finally told me the truth." For a long moment, Damian said nothing at all — and in the silence, Elena understood with sudden, cold clarity that she had just stepped fully into the center of something far larger, far older, and far more dangerous than a simple marriage of convenience.

"We will see about that when the board hears that his mind has been compromised by a penniless woman whose family gets kidnapped by low-level thugs." ​Before I could answer, my phone vibrated in my pocket. ​I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was an unknown private number. I pressed the phone to my ear, keeping my eyes fixed on Victoria. ​"Hello?" I said. ​"Elena," Damian’s smooth, arrogant voice came through the speaker. He wasn't yelling, but the cold satisfaction in his tone made my jaw tighten. "I hear my wife is currently sitting in a police holding cell because of you."

"You're defending her?" "I'm stopping you from making things worse." She stared at him like she was seeing a stranger. "After everything I did for you?" "You lied to me," Damiano said. "You manipulated me and you made me hurt one person…" He stopped… Elena's eyes moved between us. "Oh," she breathed. "You love her." Damiano didn't answer, but I saw it in his face, the way his jaw tightened and the way our eyes met. Elena looked at him, and I could see she knew she had lost everything.

Lucas placed a tablet on his lap, code flooding down the screen like falling rain. “They fortified their comms,” Lucas muttered. “This is a fortress. They were expecting us.” Damon did not blink. “Good. Then there is no running this time.” Elena looked back at him through the reflection of the window. “When you finish this… what happens next?” Damon’s fingers flexed once, as if holding an invisible promise. “We live. We love. We give Alex the life Katrina tried to destroy.” He paused. “And I marry the only woman who has ever made me believe in forever.”

DAMIEN’S POV I woke up feeling very happy, I was happy because not only had I found my mate but I had also been able to spend some proper time with her for the first time since we met. I couldn’t even believe that we were walking around and acting like we were having a forbidden affair. I loved Elena and I couldn’t imagine my life without her now that I had found her, I didn’t remember anything about my life still and I didn’t know if I had any family out there but for now Elena was the only family I had and I had every intention of fighting from her. I knew that Lukas wouldn’t just have her over to me, he was obsessed with her and would probably kill me and her rather than give her over to

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have the strength to banter with you.” Ken shot him daggers as he walked away. Damien smiled. Even if his first love started out as a contracted wife, he still ended up making her stay and that was all that mattered. Author Note: This is the end of this beautiful book. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it too. Thank you for the support. I am always grateful, do leave comments and reviews. Thank you, again. THE END!

I look up to see Elena's flushed face and her blazing eyes shooting daggers into me. She walks towards me and jabs her finger into my chest with each word she says. "Don't," jab, "touch," jab, "me," jab, "ever," jab, "again," jab. I grin at her. "Oh sweetie. I can't make that promise. You're too irrestible." Her eyes ignite even further. "Maybe just don't want me to touch you because you still feel something between us and you don't like it," I go on.

He asked Leo "Yes, I do.” He replied with a smile, his eyes lost into hers, and they were joined together by the priest. The crowd went wild with excitement, and everyone couldn’t stop congratulating them after they kissed. I went ahead to congratulate them together with Damon, and he left to attend to something briefly. I exchanged pleasantries with some friends before stepping out of the reception to a quiet place to breastfeed my crying baby. “Where are you?” Damon asked through the mind link.

Amelia raises an eyebrow, smirking “Oh, come on, Elena. It was just a little fun. You know how he and I we’ve been close for years. It’s not a big deal.” ELena crossed her arms and with a sharp voice she said to her “I saw the way you looked at him. That wasn’t ‘just fun,’ and I’m not stupid enough to pretend it was.” “Sweetheart, you’re adorable when you’re trying to act tough. But let’s be real, if Damien wanted to leave you, he could’ve done it a long time ago. But he hasn’t, has he?” she chuckles.

"I-I didn’t mean—" "Get out," Damien ordered. The man stumbled to his feet, dragging his friends with him as they disappeared into the crowd. Elena's knees felt weak as the adrenaline drained from her body. She wanted to thank Damien, but the words caught in her throat. Memories surged forward—memories of heated nights, whispered promises, and the devastating betrayal that had shattered her world. Damien turned to her, his gaze burning into hers. “We need to talk.” Elena swallowed hard. “I’m working.”