Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

"So, is there something you two need to tell us?" Damian and Elise exchanged glances, then smiled widely. Damian pulled out a ring from his pocket, a simple gold ring with a small engraving on the inside. "We got married. Three months ago," Damian said. I gasped. "What? You got married and didn't tell us?" Elise laughed. "Sorry, Lorena. We wanted to do it simply. No crowds, no pressure. Just the two of us and the Balinese gods blessing us." Julian stood up and hugged Damian tightly. "Congratulations. This is wonderful news."

She shrugged ***** ELENA’S POV The ceremony was beautiful. More beautiful than the marriage. White flowers framed the altar. Soft music filled the air, and everywhere I looked, there were people smiling at me. My mother. My father. Claire. Margaret. Even Victoria. Then my eyes found Damon. Of course they did. He stood among the Vales, looking unfairly calm for a man who had completely ruined my ability to think straight over the last few days. I quickly looked away. The priest smiled at Adrian.

For a moment, the tension hung like a cloud over the pavilion, unnoticed by guests but palpable to the couple. Elena’s pulse quickened, but she drew strength from Damian’s calm, the way he had always been her anchor. Whatever Marcus intended, whatever schemes lingered beyond the ceremony, she knew she was not alone. As the officiant pronounced them united, the guests erupted in applause. Elena’s eyes filled with tears—not of sorrow, but of triumph. Damian’s smile was genuine, unguarded, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of lasting happiness. The kiss that followed was tender yet electric, a culmination of months of struggle, fear, and desire. It was a

Zelena said calmly. She stepped back slightly as Lara tried to slap her in return. "What the hell is going on here?” They turned toward the voice. It was Dylan, with Drake by his side. Zelena couldn’t look Drake straight in the eye. "Is she your wife?" Lara asked him, pointing at Zelena. Zelena sighed. Dylan didn’t answer. "You better be joking, Dylan,"Katee said seriously. "Yes, she’s Mr. Dylan Romano’s wife."

Lady Jennifer forced a tight smile and nodded, while Alicia and Damian went to have their marriage registered. Once they signed the marriage documents, Alicia received her own copy, while Damian had a bright smile on his face. "So when are you coming to my house, wife?" He asked her, and her face turned red. Alicia looked away from Damian's face and replied, "I will need to get prepared and gather all my things." "Alright. I will be expecting you," he said and asked, "Can we have a picture together to show that we are together? We can have a big wedding if you want, but I like to keep my life private."

Jackson, now known for his cold, calculated approach to business, had found a softness in Tessa that he never thought possible. She brought light to his structured world, her carefree spirit balancing his intense personality. They had married a year after Damian and Elara’s epic wedding - a celebration that had been the talk of high society. That wedding - Damian’s grand gesture to Elara - had been nothing short of spectacular. He had spared no expense, transforming an entire historic estate into a breathtaking venue. Thousands of white roses lined the pathways, crystal chandeliers hung from every ceiling, and a string orchestra played as Elara walked down the aisle.

“If I hadn’t crashed it and taken you with me, would you have married him that day?” “No way.” I laugh at the thought, poking his nose. “If Damon had found out I was already pregnant with your child, he would have killed us both. Disappearing from the wedding was my only choice. I just didn’t expect that, even after I accused Elara of everything, Damon would still agree to marry her. I thought he’d hate her to his core—maybe even make her suffer for it. But he didn’t.” When I first heard the news, I refused to believe it. I thought the Graham and Blackwood families were only spreading it to save face. But I was proven wrong. Damon actually agreed to marry that bitch—and as if that wasn’t eno

“Child, come back to us. I give you my word, I will banish Selena myself.” “No.” My voice was quiet, but firm. “What?” “I said no.” I looked at the man I once respected like a father. “I have accepted Damon’s mark. I am willing to be his mate.” “But—” “No buts.” I cut him off. “From the moment of that ceremony, I have nothing to do with Ethan. Damon is from your pack, and he has Alpha blood. I haven’t defied the will of the Goddess.” “Elara!” Ethan cried out in desperation. “You can’t do this! We’re fated mates! You love me…”

he murmured as he his hands sneaked around my waist, voice low enough for only for me to hear “only made you more expensive, sweetheart.” The crowd cheered. My mask hid my face, but not the terror in my eyes. Now, let us back track to why I am in this mess. My family is not on the wealthy side I mean, we manage but with 5 kids, it gets kind of hard to go by and our family is in a lot of debt. Hi my name is Elena and I am the first child. About a month ago, my dad called me into his office and he told me that I am going to be getting married in three month time to the most vicious and cruel man that ever walked the face of the earth. I couldn’t move, I was just staring at my dad like he had g

"Stop stalling. Sign. Your Vivian is waiting." He picked up the pen but hesitated at the last moment, looking up at me. "Elena... do you still love me?" I laughed — a cold, hollow sound — and turned the question back on him. "Do you?" "Of course I—" Vivian's wailing cut through from outside. "Damien! If I can't be with you, what's the point of living? I'd rather die than be apart from you!" She raised a silver blade to her own chest. Damien bolted toward her and caught her in his arms. "I've already dissolved things with Elena! The ceremony is happening. Calm down!"