Elena And Damon Wedding Novels & Stories

Without much thought, I open the black box up and I'm hit with the bright beautiful smile of a woman not more than 22 years of age. Her blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun and she's looking at Damien. A smiling Damien who looks like he's found the greatest treasure in her. I look through the other pictures and find wedding photos of Damien and who I'm guessing is Elma. This confirmed that Louisa didn't completely lie, Damien was once married. I continue looking through the photos and by the end of everything, I am sure that Damien didn't kill Elma. Even a blind person could feel their chemistry through the photo, not more in real life.

I gasped, my hands instinctively coming up to rest against his broad, muscular chest, feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat against his silk shirt. "Damian!" I laughed softly. "What are you doing?" "Taking my wife back," Damian growled low in his throat, his eyes blazing with dark, unadulterated desire. "You've belonged to doctors, guards, and family meetings for forty-eight hours, Elena. I've been extremely patient." "You? Patient?" I teased, a playful smirk touching my lips as I wrapped my uninjured arm around his neck. "I don't think I've ever seen you use that word."

Not even the man she was about to get married to. It was that pathetic. Gabriel beamed at me, despite his grave expression and placed Elena's trembling hand in mine. I wrapped my fingers around her hand and held on to her tightly, my gaze sweeping over her face. She was visibly fidgeting, and her eyes were filled with so much raw fear and insecurity as the officiating priest began the ceremony. “Dearly beloved. We're gathered here today to witness the union of Elena Williams and Richard Delmonte,” he said. Elena and I exhaled in relief.

How? ‘Well, after you went awol on me at the club, Damian walked up to me and we talked. Turns out he's the lawyer to Rollins. He was invited to the wedding too. He's a great guy.’ Elena smiled shyly as she said the last part, stealing a glance at Damian. 'Oh!’ was all Sheena could mutter. She could tell her sister was smitten by the Damian guy, but that was the least of her concerns right now. She was disturbed with thoughts of Jake and she'd been wondering if he was present at the reception.

“You don’t have to stand here if it makes you sad.” Elena gave him a small smile. “I’m not sad,” she replied gently. “I’m honoured.” He looked at her for a moment longer, then turned back to the portrait. “I think she’d like you,” he said quietly. Elena swallowed, not trusting her voice to answer. She simply placed a hand gently on his shoulder, and together, they stood there in respectful silence. ….. Damien had made it back to his office, but nothing about him felt the same as it did that morning before he’d gone to his parents’ house for the surprise marriage arrangement. He didn’t even know how to feel anymore.

Elena's eyes widened in horror as she yelled, "Over? What about me? You promised you'd help me! If my parents don't witness the ceremony, they won't believe it. They'll send me away to the Corsica family to settle their debts. Those people will torture me!" A vein throbbed at Lorenzo's temple. "If I help you, who's going to help me? My girlfriend married someone else. Do you think I'm in the mood to stand there and put on a fake wedding with you? All I care about now is to get Cinzia back!" Elena was devastated. As their car slowly closed in on the one ahead, something in her snapped. She suddenly lurched forward, climbing into the front seat and seizing the steering wheel, wrenching it hard

"Because it looks like you sold yourself to save the vineyard. It looks like you married some rich stranger for his money." "Marco, stop," their father said, but his voice was weak. Elena's hands trembled. She clasped them together, trying to stop the shaking. "Julian Thorne is my husband. We got married two months ago. And yes, he's the investor who saved the vineyard." The silence that followed was deafening. Her father swayed slightly. Marco caught his arm, steadying him. "Papa, sit down," Marco said, guiding him to a nearby bench.

Damien’s pov I could barely breathe. Everyone was staring at me. Whispering…pointing. "That's Damien Blackwell. He was married to her." "I heard he treated her terribly." "Serves him right. Look at her now." I wanted to disappear into the floor. Mother was having a complete meltdown at our table. And me? I just stood there watching Elena dance with Caleb Harding like she wasn’t a married woman. "Damien." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Victoria.

She just looked at him like she’d already accepted the worst of it. “Who told you to come here?” he demanded, pushing himself upright. The room spun. Elena flinch. “you asked for me,” she said. Her voice was steady, too steady for someone who’d been dragged into a marriage against her will. “Your wife. According to the marriage certificate you signed at 3:14 AM.” Damien stared at her. The name meant nothing. The face meant nothing. He’d been told Sophia would be here. Sophia, nineteen, soft-spoken, desperate to please. This woman was older, sharper, and she wasn’t looking at him like he owned her.

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.