Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

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

His face was unreadable, but I could see the slight tension in his jaw. I turned toward him slightly, hoping - foolishly - that he might say something, even just a passing remark. That he might acknowledge me beyond the required vows we had exchanged hours ago. But just as he seemed to lean in, Caleb appeared at his side, murmuring something low enough that I couldn't catch it. Damon exhaled sharply, the muscles in his shoulders stiffening. Then, without a word to me, he stood and followed his Beta. The wedding celebration continued without the groom. And I was left alone once again.

And this wasn't all the shocking thing that happened in the past few weeks… I also found out that Cornell got married to Victoria in a small, secret wedding in Italy. It was surprising because the last time I saw Cornell, he was trying to talk to me but I didn't give him the time of day, neither did I respond. Oh, well… I guess, they're better suited to each other, aren't they? “Elena?” Damien's voice echoed throughout the house, jolting me from my trip down memory lane. I blinked, turning around to greet him with a warm smile just as he turned the corner. “Hey! I thought you weren't coming in until later?” I exclaimed as I leaned in for a kiss.

She was aware that their marriage was already under scrutiny, but the added pressure from Damian’s inner circle made her feel even more uneasy. “Okay,” Elana whispered, trying to hide her emotion. Damian looked at her. “The butler will show you to your room soon,” he announced. “I should have had it prepared before the wedding, but I was too busy handling other matters. I hope you were comfortable sleeping in the guest room.” She watched him speak. “Yes, I am,” she responded. ______ Later that day, Elara received a call from her best friend, Tessa. “Elara, what the hell?” Tessa’s voice was a mix of shock and disbelief. “I woke up to find out you married Damian Blackwood? How could you not te

“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

If the new Alpha—Ethan—publicly rejected his fated mate at their ceremony, that mate would be automatically and irrevocably given to Damon, to help him start a new bloodline. And now, Ethan was using this pact to protect his Selena. The price was me. “It’ll be fine,” Ethan soothed. “Damon's an outcast. His ceremony isn't public. Afterward, I'll spread rumors that Damon used dark magic to force Elara. The whole pack will support me when I go to ‘rescue’ her.” “What about Elara? She'll hate you.” "She won't," Ethan said, his confidence sickening. "Elara is obsessed with me. She'll get over it. Besides, where else would she go? Her bloodline is meant for ours; it's the fate she was born into. T

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!"

" The Wedding The following spring, Elena and Dante were married. It was a small ceremony in the villa's garden, with their loved ones. Giulia and Marco, together at last. Valentina, Andrea, Luca, Antonio, Enzo, Carla, Catalina, Alessandro, Roberto. Matteo, with Bruno at his feet, carried the rings on a cushion. The priest spoke of love, forgiveness, and second chances. Elena wasn't listening. She was looking at Dante, his gray eyes, his rarely seen smile. "Do you want to?" he asked softly.

“Elena, someone’s here to see you.” My heart paused for a moment as I pushed the door open and walked out. Two people were standing in the front hall—Damien and Luca. In just a little over ten days, Damien had already grown noticeably thinner. His usually immaculate black coat carried wrinkles from traveling, and exhaustion heavily shadowed his eyes. Luca stood beside him, still holding the wooden gun model I had given him. The moment he saw me, tears immediately rolled down his face. “Mom…” The instant he called out to me, my left hand instinctively clenched.