Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

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.

Eleanor gasped — not loudly, but with disappointment so heavy it made Damian shift uncomfortably. “A devil? Damian, how dare you call your wife that? That girl has done nothing but try in her own way to make this marriage work.” Damian shook his head. “Grandma, we’ve passed that point. I have made my decision and that’s final.” Eleanor’s voice dropped, softer but full of pain. “So Selene is your future? That girl who can’t even look me in the eye without faking a smile?” “Grandma, I love Selene,” Damian said, not even noticing the slight hesitation at the back of his throat. “And we’re getting married. So please, just… accept it.”

I didn't respond. "Elena and I are getting married next month," Damien continued. "A real wedding. Not some rushed courthouse ceremony. You're both welcome to attend. Though I doubt you'll come." Kael's grip on my waist tightened. "We're busy that weekend." "I haven't told you the date yet." "Doesn't matter. We're busy." Damien laughed. "Still possessive, I see. Must be exhausting. Keeping track of someone you can't trust." Kael stepped forward. His body moved between Damien and me. "Walk away."

“My dear, don’t destroy yourself for a man who’s lost his way. If he’s truly yours, he’ll find his way back to you. But please… stay alive long enough to see that day.” Before Elena could respond, her phone rang. She hesitated, staring at the screen — Damien. Her hands shook as she answered. “Elena,” his deep voice came through, cold and accusing. “Was this deliberate?” Her brows furrowed. “What—?” “If you’re not at the Salvatore mansion in thirty minutes,” he snapped, “don’t bother coming ever again.” The line went dead. Elena stared blankly at the phone, her lips trembling. Then she remembered — tonight was his parents’ wedding anniversary. He had told her to attend as his wife.

I tried every time to cover up with a smile and definitely became the funny one. Everything was going absolutely fine and lovely, seeing wonderful and beautiful faces. Naomi is actually a very striking beauty and I could see it wasn’t just a race for only damon. Well I’m happy for Damon, he was boldly fighting for a lady for the first time in how long. Since his mom's death, he couldn’t care less for any other lady and put a great distance to any lady. If there’s anyone who knows Damon more than his mom and Daniel then it’s me. He was extremely down and was very scared of getting too close to any lady who would want to replace his mom and he wasn’t ready to give anyone that space in his hear

"Ah, of course. New York can be quite exhausting for a stranger. But don't worry, I have some news that might make your day a little brighter. Or perhaps more interesting." Ellena capped her lipstick. She turned fully toward Sheina, her eyes glinting with cruel triumph. "Damian and I... we will be officially announcing our engagement next month," Ellena continued, her voice rising an octave, overflowing with pride. "Lady Beatrice has blessed everything. We will be holding a grand gala at the Xavier mansion. Damian is indeed a difficult man to tame, but in the end, he realized who rightfully belongs by his side."

"If you’re miserable, then my night is finally starting to look up." "Hit me if it makes you feel better! Do whatever you want, but don't leave me like this!" I was beside myself. I started pushing him, hitting him to make him let go. "Let me go! You’re creepy!" "Elena, open your eyes! Damon Lambert is never going to marry you! He’s closing an alliance with the de Rohans right now—he’s just using you for fun before he settles down! You didn't know? He’s about to announce his engagement!"

It was impossible for him to make matters any more complicated because everything was already a mess. “First, I need you to respond to my question: what did you say to him?” Damon asked one more time. Elevena could tell that he was being serious, so she quickly responded to him,. "I didn't say anything to him. In fact, I was unable to even inform him about our upcoming wedding." "Then how did he find out, and how do you know that he unquestionably knows, which is why he's out there looking for evidence?" Damon questioned while narrowing his eyes.

“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.