Elena And Damon Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“I’m not giving her up. She’s my wife.” Damon stared at him for one long second. Then he spoke. “She’s not your wife anymore.” His hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me firmly against his side. “She’s mine now.” My eyes widened instantly. “What?” Damon didn’t even look at me. “Yeah,” he said flatly while staring directly at Sebastian. “I’m marrying her.” Sebastian looked like the world had just collapsed in front of him. “What the hell?” he shouted. “Are you both insane?! I’m still her husband!”

"I got stuck in traffic; there's no need to panic, Elena. Hi, Lorenzo, how have you been?" She beams at Lorenzo, but my gaze is fixed on the man accompanying her; I can't shake the feeling that I recognize him. I believe I've seen him before, and my instincts are rarely mistaken, but where could it be? "Oh! This is Timmy Brooks, my fiancé. Timmy, you already know Elena; this is Lorenzo, Elena’s husband." Timmy, just like my childhood crush who kissed Eloisa and is now her fiancé. Incredible! Lorenzo and Timmy greet each other with a handshake and some small talk, while I look at Eloisa with wide eyes. I pull her close so I can whisper in her ear.

Chapter 7: Elena’s POV ​Damian stood frozen on the bottom step of the grand marble staircase, his eyes wide and bloodshot. The crumpled divorce paper was still clutched tightly in his right hand, the edges tearing under his fingers. ​"C-Carter...?" Damian’s voice cracked, all the arrogance draining out of him as he looked back and forth between Carter’s broad frame and the heavy diamond ring on my left hand. "What are you doing with my wife?!"

I picked up mine a half-second later. Liam Hampton and Amy Whitfield: Engaged, the headline screamed, and beneath it, a photo— Amy’s hand extended toward the camera, a ring catching the light, dated in the article’s fine print to three weeks before Liam had ever crawled into my bed with her. Three weeks. I read it twice, then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made sense. They didn’t. I looked up and found Elias already watching me, his own phone still lit in his hand, and whatever had been building between us a moment ago was gone—replaced by something colder, sharper, already calculating. “Lenora,” he said, low. But I couldn’t utter a single wor

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.