Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

“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.

Adrian began packing away the papers, the click of the briefcase echoing like a period at the end of a chapter. “I'll revise the agreement tonight.” I nodded, relief washing over me that this initial round was nearly done. Then he added the bombshell, closing the case with finality. “Once both parties approve the amendments... The wedding will need to take place immediately.” I blinked, my mind reeling. “Immediately?” Damien finally spoke, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Five days.” My eyes widened. “Five days?” The words escaped in a whisper, disbelief crashing over me like a wave.

hidden things happened between us but let keep that aside for now and beside he was in a relationship with this farm girl, Elizabeth my soon to be arch nemesis. Damon agreed to the wedding but a day it to it, here I am, with tears in my eyes. I summoned up courage and strength into Damon's mansion only to find out he was now married to Elizabeth. Damon had been smiling throughout, all through our wedding preparation not once did he smile at me, I was always the one trying to lighten up the mood.... Now can you pity me?

" 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 was speaking, but Damian’s attention had wandered. Straight to Serena. She caught him watching Theo’s hand move slightly against her back. The now-familiar satisfaction stirred, and Serena let her gaze remain on Damian for a second longer than necessary before turning back to Theo. Several moments later, she noticed movement at the edge of the dance floor. Damian was coming toward them. This time, however, he wasn’t alone. Elena and the European distributor were waiting several yards behind him, the older man already holding his coat as though preparing to leave.

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso

"Whatever this started as, Elena, it isn't that anymore. Not for him." Elena didn't trust herself to answer that. She simply nodded, throat tight, and let Vivienne settle the veil into place. The ceremony was small, quiet, held in a glass conservatory overlooking the city rather than the cathedral spectacle the tabloids had probably imagined. Elena walked down an aisle of exactly nineteen guests, her pulse loud in her ears, and found Damian waiting at the end of it in a black suit, watching her the way he'd watched her that very first night, as though she were the only equation in the room that had ever actually mattered.

"You get your inheritance, You get the truth about your mother, You get everything they stole from you." Below them the processional music shifted, the opening notes of the wedding march rising up through the floor. She could feel it in her feet through the marble. "And I get what they took from me," Elias said. She looked at him. She looked at the ring on her finger ,the one Damien had slid on at a dinner table set for a trap, in front of people who already knew. She looked back at Elias. "Deal” Elias gave a single sharp nod. “Good. We move fast. I’ll handle…”

The merger dinner. Damien had been working on it for weeks, and despite everything that had happened between them, Elena was still expected to attend events connected to their marriage. She hurried toward the hallway. Maybe she could still get ready. Maybe Damien hadn't left yet. She turned the corner too quickly and bumped into someone. “I'm sor—” Her words stopped. She looked up. Damien. He was dressed in a flashing suit, every part of his appearance carefully put together. His expression was already cold.

I curved my lips into a smile for the first time that day. Touching my ring, I wrote back, "I'm good. Honestly, I haven't felt this great in four years." … Damian spared no expense for the wedding. Almost the entire Calloway family showed up, alongside the friends who served with him and his post-military business partners. The ballroom was packed to the brim. Everyone in the crowd kept whispering about how devoted he was, and the only person who thought of calling me was Elena.