Elena And Damon Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

Bound her wrists when she fought too hard. Time blurred. Her days were measured in pills and echoes. Her nights filled with nightmares of Damien's blank stare and Selene's pitiful smile. Then the wedding photos came. Smuggled in through a tabloid a kind orderly left behind. Damien and Selene on a yacht in Santorini. Her red dress was repurposed for Selene's rehearsal dinner. The engagement ring Elara once wore now glittering on her sister's delicate hand. It broke something inside her.

Only their closest friends, family, and a few trusted allies were present intimate, exclusive, and perfect. Elena walked down the aisle in a stunning, flowing ivory gown that caught the sea breeze, her heart pounding with overwhelming emotion. At the end of the aisle stood Damian, tall and devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo, his piercing gray eyes locked on her with a mixture of awe, love, and raw possession. When she reached him, he took her hands, his voice low and steady as he whispered, “You look like forever.”

Her vision blurred slightly. Damian had never married her because he loved her. To him, Elena was just the orphan girl he drunkenly spent one night with after a party. But when photos of them leaving a hotel together leaked to the media and rumors started spreading, the scandal forced Damian to marry her to protect his family's reputation. Elena had married Damian because she loved him desperately after the one night stand. Everyone warned her he would never love her back but she married him anyway. Back then, she truly believed love could make a person stay.

Elena was confused on what the man was trying to pull, clearly he was a married man with a child who was present and in her arms. He looked toward the altar. “You asked me to marry you.” Elena’s lips parted “I didn’t know you had a child.” “I don’t have a wife”, Damien replied calmly. “She passed away.” Her heart clenched “I’m sorry”. He gave a small nod “My hands are still up”, he reminded Elena. Behind them, George was already fed up with the drama unfolding before him. Today was supposed to be his wedding day. Elena heard his footsteps rushing toward them, and heard the panic in his voice.

"Thank you." "Are you ready?" Selene asked. Elara nodded. "Yes." The ceremony began, and Elara walked down the aisle, her father's arm in hers. Damon stood at the altar, waiting for her. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a silver tie, and he looked more handsome than ever. As Elara reached the altar, Damon took her hand. "You look beautiful," he said. Elara smiled. "Thank you." The officiant began the ceremony, and Elara and Damon exchanged vows.

“I, Dante Romoleo, Take you, ELENA DAMON ALCANTARA, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to uphold and uplift, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do us part. “I Dante Romoleo, Take you, ELENA DAMON ALCANTARA, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, to upload and to uplift, in sickness and in health, for better or got worse, till death do us part.” “Good.” the priest mouthed with a smile. Miss Damon, your turn. “Say I, Elena Damon Alcantara, take DANTE ROMOLEO to be my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to uphold and to uplift, in better or for worse in sickness and in health for richer or for poor, till death do us pa

Damien said smiling at her while his father talked to his sister and Daniel walked away to mingle with his so-called friends. " yes, I've been looking for a way to come visit but Dad always gets something for us to fix which is making us travel every time," Lorena said sighing. "That's good Lo, it makes you think well and productive," Damien said chuckling which made Lorena blush. "Congratulations Mr. Willington " Damien didn't expect to see Elena smile at him with her protruding stomach. He couldn't attend her wedding because he was busy or more he didn't want her to feel scared on her day. “Thank you Mrs. Sabastian " Damien smiled back at Elena who nodded as she turned and left because sta

And somewhere deep inside her chest— Hope was beginning to grow. Dangerous, fragile hope. --- Damien returned to the mansion nearly an hour later. The second he stepped through the front doors, Elena stood. Silence filled the massive hallway instantly. Neither spoke at first. Damien loosened his tie slowly, exhaustion shadowing his face, but his eyes remained fixed entirely on her. Finally, Elena found her voice. “You announced our marriage on live television.” Damien walked closer calmly. “It was necessary.” “Necessary?” “The media won’t attack you as aggressively if they believe you’re officially tied to me.” Elena stared at him in disbelief. “So that’s all this is?”

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.” I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.” Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there's a little hope.”