Elena And Damon Wedding Novels & Stories

Or if he was not forced, at least, I was sure the idea did not come from Mason himself. “Was it your idea?” I asked boldly what was in my head. I really wanted to know for my peace of mind. I was hoping that, like the last time, he would be honest with me. Damian did not disappoint me. He nodded and said, “Yes.” We fell into silence, but after a few seconds, Damian broke the silence that cloaked us temporarily when he spoke. “The wedding was my fault in the first place. If only I had told everyone at the church that Damon was missing and come clean that the crew had mistaken me for him, then the wedding wouldn’t have happened.” His voice was still low.

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

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

“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.

Seeing my lack of reaction, a flicker of unease passed through his eyes, but Sophia’s voice quickly pulled him back. When we reached my office, I ran into my mentor the moment I stepped out of the car. He lowered his voice. "Elena, the paperwork is finished. You’re on a flight the morning after tomorrow. Are you really not going to tell him?" I was about to answer when Damian rolled down the window. His tone was gentle but left no room for argument. "Elena, Sophia wants to spend some time by the ocean before she goes. About the wedding next month—we’ll just do a small, simple ceremony for now. I’ll make up the honeymoon to you next spring, okay?"

And once the wedding finally happened officially, Elena would lose every bit of importance she currently had inside that mansion. Eventually, Dominic would have no choice but to choose me publicly and permanently. Much later that night, I finally returned home feeling mentally exhausted. The mansion was quiet when I stepped inside, but the moment my eyes lifted toward the staircase area, my footsteps slowed immediately. Dominic stood there holding Nora carefully in his arms while she laid peacefully against his chest. And standing beside him was Elena. Lucas stood close beside her while holding onto her hand comfortably. The sight made something ugly twist violently inside me.

For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine. “Elena and I have an arrangement,” he said. “It helped both families.” Arrangement. Not wife. Not Donna. Not the woman whose brooch he had fastened, whose bed he shared, whose child she carried. Vanessa smiled at me with soft pity. “That makes sense. Matteo was always too serious for romance unless someone forced him into it.” I could have asked about the Donna-wing access, the missing signet, or the ceremony he had abandoned the moment she returned, but there was nothing elegant in bleeding at a dinne