Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

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?

It was just like the times in Beacon before Mom’s marriage. Although I was the youngest, I had no trouble bonding with Julia, Dominic’s girlfriend, and Daniella, Drake’s fiancée. Their wedding plans made me jealous. I wanted to plan our wedding as well. But Damien hadn’t even asked me to be his actual girlfriend. “Where do you want your wedding, Elena?” asked Daniella, making my heart skip a beat. I glanced at Damien to find him staring at me. “I um, want it at Beacon with my grandparents. They can’t travel, and I want them to attend my wedding.”

Ezra, beside him as best man, bent forward to whisper, "Breathe, brother. She's approaching you." But Damian had no answer. He could only remain there, utterly destroyed. Eliana’s eyes met his halfway down the aisle. And they locked. She smiled—a small, sacred curve of her lips that said everything without words. "I love you. I’m yours. I’m ready." Damian’s breath shuddered. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a homecoming. As they reached the altar, Benedict turned toward Damian, his arm still hooked with Eliana’s. He looked the younger man square in the eye—father to future son-in-law.

Eleanor gasped — not loudly, but with disappointment so heavy it made Damian shift uncomfortably. “A devil? Damian, how dare you call your wife that? That girl has done nothing but try in her own way to make this marriage work.” Damian shook his head. “Grandma, we’ve passed that point. I have made my decision and that’s final.” Eleanor’s voice dropped, softer but full of pain. “So Selene is your future? That girl who can’t even look me in the eye without faking a smile?” “Grandma, I love Selene,” Damian said, not even noticing the slight hesitation at the back of his throat. “And we’re getting married. So please, just… accept it.”

I didn't respond. "Elena and I are getting married next month," Damien continued. "A real wedding. Not some rushed courthouse ceremony. You're both welcome to attend. Though I doubt you'll come." Kael's grip on my waist tightened. "We're busy that weekend." "I haven't told you the date yet." "Doesn't matter. We're busy." Damien laughed. "Still possessive, I see. Must be exhausting. Keeping track of someone you can't trust." Kael stepped forward. His body moved between Damien and me. "Walk away."

“My dear, don’t destroy yourself for a man who’s lost his way. If he’s truly yours, he’ll find his way back to you. But please… stay alive long enough to see that day.” Before Elena could respond, her phone rang. She hesitated, staring at the screen — Damien. Her hands shook as she answered. “Elena,” his deep voice came through, cold and accusing. “Was this deliberate?” Her brows furrowed. “What—?” “If you’re not at the Salvatore mansion in thirty minutes,” he snapped, “don’t bother coming ever again.” The line went dead. Elena stared blankly at the phone, her lips trembling. Then she remembered — tonight was his parents’ wedding anniversary. He had told her to attend as his wife.

Lucas placed a tablet on his lap, code flooding down the screen like falling rain. “They fortified their comms,” Lucas muttered. “This is a fortress. They were expecting us.” Damon did not blink. “Good. Then there is no running this time.” Elena looked back at him through the reflection of the window. “When you finish this… what happens next?” Damon’s fingers flexed once, as if holding an invisible promise. “We live. We love. We give Alex the life Katrina tried to destroy.” He paused. “And I marry the only woman who has ever made me believe in forever.”