Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

He swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of her again—this time keeping a careful distance. “Please,” he said quietly, almost afraid. “Say it again. If I heard you right… I need to hear it again.” Elisa hesitated. Her chest felt tight, her pulse loud in her ears. She forced herself to lift her head. “…I’ll do it,” she said softly. “I’ll marry you.” The words hung in the air. Damian inhaled sharply. Then, suddenly, he was in front of her again—but this time he moved slowly, deliberately, as though approaching something sacred.

How very cunningly Damian had fooled everyone except me. Until now, every time I think about it, it feels surreal. How come no one had any inkling? Even their parents did not know the switch, or… I shook my head when Mrs. Olson crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me disdainfully. “The game is up. You and Damon are not married.” She shrugged and scrunched her face. “Not legally anyway.” She sounded so happy announcing that fact, but what caught my attention was her words. My eyes widened in amazement.

Even then, it seemed, Elara Rivers had a way of bending her surroundings to her will. "And the engagement?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing slightly as I noticed vague references scattered across the file. Edward shifted, his wolf barely masking its distaste. "Damon," he answered shortly, as if the name alone explained everything. "It was planned as a politically ideal match. Elara and Damon—uniting the Stone Pack with a secondary bloodline of the Thornes. It was widely celebrated." Luke growled faintly, his disdain for my half-brother rumbling beneath my surface calm.

He nodded solemnly, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “And you will not, not make any remarks about our relationship outside the script.” “You’ll write the script, Eleanor. I’ll follow it.” God, what was I getting myself into? I took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll do it.” The moment the words left my mouth, something shifted in the air between us. Damian’s expression turned unreadable, the heat in his eyes replaced by something far more dangerous. Possession. “Well then,” he said, moving toward me slowly. “Let’s get engaged.”

I told him and he nodded. “I'll be there soon, love. Just give me a sec” he returned and I left the kitchen. I walked into the living room and placed the bottle of wine on the table first. With the wine glasses still in hand, I grabbed the remote to change the channel and I froze when I got to the news channel. It was breaking news. My grip loosened and the glasses fell to the floor, shattering into many pieces as my eyes zeroed on the screen before me. Elena and Damien were getting married. According to the report, they claimed to have fallen in love when their paths crossed as I worked with him as a partner.

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y