Elena And Damon Wedding Novels & Stories

“I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, watching you bite your pen in that library. I’m never letting you go. Not in three months. Not ever.” Elena kissed his chest, right over his heart, tears of pure happiness in her eyes. “I’m yours, Sir. Forever.” Epilogue Six months later, Elena walked down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, the elegant day collar — now a permanent part of her — hidden beautifully beneath delicate lace at her throat. Damien waited for her at the altar, looking like sin and salvation in his black tuxedo. His eyes never left hers, filled with dark possession and profound love.

The hallway went utterly quiet. For a moment, she thought he would refuse. Then Damian Blackwood, billionaire, groom, liar, monster — lowered himself to one knee in front of her. Elena’s heart stopped. He took her hand, his fingers warm around her whisky-slick skin, and slid the ring back onto her finger as if he had not just turned her entire world into a cage. Then he looked up at her. And softly, so only she could hear, he said, “Now smile, wife. Everyone is about to watch us fall in love.”

Elena teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she plopped onto the couch, stretching her legs out comfortably. Damien chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “I doubt it. You’ve set quite the standard for future Luna ceremonies. They’ll be talking about this one for years to come.” Elena laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Well, I suppose I can handle the pressure. As long as I have my husband by my side.” Damien moved closer, sinking into the couch beside her. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering against her skin. “You’ll never have to face anything alone. I promise you that.”

3rd pov; Later that day after the ceremony, Elias had drove her back home after she had passed out from exhaustion. And now Elena was the official stepdaughter of Damien. “We’ll be leaving for our honeymoon tonight.” Damien announced it to the people who sat for breakfast on the table. “That’s great dad, where are you going though?” Lucifer asked. “To Phuket Island in Thailand.” He replied, grabbing his wife’s hand lovingly. “And we’ll definitely bring back you all some souvenirs.” Maddie chuckled, answering the silent question everyone had in their hearts except for Elena. “Cant wait.” Lorenzo gave them a warm smile.

He laughed softly. The wedding ceremony was short. A priest who looked uncomfortable stood before them and read the vows. Elena repeated the words to a man she barely knew while surrounded by people who might want her dead. When Damien kissed her at the end, the kiss felt more certain than the almost-kiss the night before. It was firm, steady, and intentional. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes made her forget her surroundings. The reception took place in a large ballroom with chandeliers and polished floors. Elena shook hands with people who smiled politely while their eyes measured her and searched for weakness.

ELENA: The day was finally here! The day I would walk down the aisle with Damian by my side, and the day I would become his wife, finally giving up on the mate bond that connected Alessandro and I. Deep down in my heart maybe I wasn't ready for a day like this, but I still wanted this to happen because I knew that was the only way things would return to normal. The car halted right in front of the hall, and the door was opened for me to step in. Part of this day had to be the worse because Mia wasn't here with me, and she would never be after what had happened between us.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats.

"Mostly relieved, probably." "Then trust that. Your body knows what it needs even when your brain is still catching up." When I get home that evening, Damien is in the kitchen making tea. "Elena was here earlier," he says without preamble. "Security called me. Said she was screaming in the hallway. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. She wanted $10,000 for her wedding venue. I said no. She uninvited me from the wedding." He pauses mid-pour. "She uninvited you?"

The guards looked at Cade, and after getting a nod, they stepped aside. I stopped in front of Damien, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground. He looked up at me, his eyes full of a desperate, flickering hope. "Elena, please..." He reached out a shaking hand, trying to grab the hem of my wedding dress. "Damien," my voice was as calm as still water. "I’m not lying to you. The Elena who loved you really is dead. You killed her with your own hands." Damien’s eyes went wide, filled with pain and confusion.