When Did Damon Fall In Love With Elena Novels & Stories

Jeanette shook her head, feeling slightly confused. “Damon, when did Elias and Mimi become so close? Don’t you think he’s being a little too concerned for her? He’s so anxious,” Jeanette mumbled apprehensively. Damon smirked. “It looks pretty obvious to me.” “What?” Jeanette turned around and looked at Damon, completely dazed. “What are you mumbling about? I don’t understand you.” Damon pursed his lips. “No one knows when they fall in love, but once they do, they’re completely consumed.”

Sleep never came. Elena remained on the sofa long after Damien had left, the anonymous messages replaying in her mind alongside Adrian’s unfinished recording. The apartment was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock, each second reminding her that nothing in her life resembled normal anymore. She picked up the small card Damien had given her. The place we began. Hours had passed, yet she still couldn’t understand what Adrian had meant. She thought about the café where they first met. The beach where he proposed.

I just saw the boy I had loved three years ago. “Why did you really do it, Damian?” I asked softly, the question slipping out before I could stop it. “Why did you really marry me? You could have picked anyone. You could have picked Victoria.” Damian’s hand tightened on my waist. He pulled me closer, until there was no space left between us. His face was inches from mine. “Because, Elara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. “Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.”

It felt like I was doing a job that was already done, so I just moved toward the private study at the back of the house. The study was large, lined with bookshelves. On the massive desk sat a silver laptop and a neat stack of papers. As I dusted the edge of the desk, my elbow brushed against a leather folder, sending it sliding to the floor. The contents spilled across the dark hardwood. "Great, on my first day," I muttered, dropping to my knees to gather the papers. I froze as I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to look and saw it was Damien. "I told you to stay out of my way, Elena," he hissed. "Did you think I was joking? Did you think you could use my father to worm your way into my

Damien fed her actual food after that, each bite accompanied by lingering kisses and promises of what he’d do to her once they recovered. By the time the clock struck three, Elena was thoroughly marked by his mouth and hands, and already craving the next private invitation. Chef Damien Voss was arrogant, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. And in his kitchen, she was more than happy to be the main course.

For the first time since she began provoking him, Serena understood that she was no longer the only person playing. Her body understood even faster. Heat moved through her as old memory collided with the feel of his hand at her waist, and suddenly the five weeks between his bed and this conference room seemed dangerously inadequate. Damian lowered his head by the smallest degree. Serena recovered first. She reached between them and took her phone from his suddenly less guarded hand before stepping out of his hold. Cecilia. The thought returned with enough force to clear the haze. Damian had not chosen Serena simply because he still wanted her. He had wanted her before he ended their arrangem

Damian lowered his head, his hands sliding down to grip my hips firmly, pulling me closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between us. "I didn't care about the trade routes, Elena," Damian growled low in his throat, his dark eyes flaring with an intensity that made my heart hammer wildly against my ribs. "I used the trade routes as an excuse to claim you. And now that the world knows you belong to me..." He leaned down, his warm, rough lips brushing against mine in a slow, intoxicating promise that made my knees go soft. "...it's time for me to collect the rest of my payment, Mrs. Vance."

she said, her voice firm. I sat up straighter in my hospital bed, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it, Ellen?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Ellen took a deep breath before speaking. "Damon and I talked outside," she said. "And I told him that he needs to divorce you." My mouth fell open in shock, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "What? Why?" I asked, my voice shaking. Ellen sighed heavily. "Elysia, Damon has been taking advantage of you," she said. "You may not remember it, but he hurt you in the past, and he's not good for you. You deserve better than this."

“I’m thinking deep emerald green. Off the shoulder. Hair loose, natural waves. Oh, and those heels that make your legs look like they were carved by angels.” Valeria laughed, putting a hand over her face. “You’ve been waiting for this.” “For years,” Elena said without shame. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve known you were into Damien?” “I wasn’t into Damien,” Valeria said automatically. Elena gave her a look. Valeria paused. “Okay, fine. I am into Damien.” Elena squealed again. “Say it again. I need it for my soul.” “I’m into Damien.” She said it slower this time, and the truth in it sank into her chest. It felt both terrifying and exhilarating. After everything, after years of not being

Finally, Damon spoke again. "I need you to know something, Sera. No matter what happened with Elena, no matter what Lyra revealed about the past, you are the person I love most now. You are my true mate. My destined partner." His voice steadied with conviction. "Nothing can change that. Nothing will ever change that." I wanted to believe him. Desperately wanted to accept his words and let them heal the wounds between us. But I couldn't stop thinking about how he had looked at Elena's face. The way his voice broke when he spoke about her sacrifice. The guilt that consumed him when he remembered what she had given up for him.