Novel & Cerita Why Did Elena Choose Damon

“I choose to stay. I choose you.” For a long moment, Damien didn’t speak. Then he reached down and cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “Say it again,” he commanded. “I choose you,” Elena said, louder this time. “I want this to be my life now. I don’t want the safe word to mean escape anymore. I want it to mean… that I trust you completely.” Damien’s expression shifted into something deeper, something primal and satisfied. He stood up and pulled her to her feet. Without another word, he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed over her.

“Called her name. He’s still with her. I suspect that much. And that’s why I’ll plead with you, Elena. Guard your heart. Don’t get sucked into their madness. You’re better than this. Ethan is a good man, and if not him, then someone else. But not Damien. I don’t want to see you hurt again.” It was too late. Tears spilled hot down my cheeks before I could stop them. My chest heaved with the weight of betrayal, of memory, of the ache that had never healed. All at once, every tender moment from earlier curdled in my veins. His touch, his whispered apologies, his promises, they revolted me now. Because Elijah’s words confirmed what I had always feared: Damien never stopped choosing her. I wiped

“You already discussed this with him?” “I needed to know if it was realistic,” Damien answered. “He said I would be useful but that the final choice belongs to you.” Elena walked to the hallway window and stared outside, trying to form a clear response. The thought of Damien in Moscow made her feel sick. Fear mixed with anger and the certainty that she could not survive losing him as she had lost her father. “I need you here,” she said at last. “If this fails, I need you helping me handle the aftermath, not captured or dead.”

His footsteps were heavy, angry, like he was still fighting the decision he’d made that morning. He stopped in the doorway. “You’re not supposed to be talking to the staff,” he said. Elena looked up from her book. “I said thank you.” “That’s talking.” She closed the book. “Do you want me to starve instead?” Damien’s jaw clenched. “You’re ungrateful.” “I’m accurate,” Elena replied. “You married me by mistake. You’re keeping me here for your reputation. I’m allowed to be accurate.” Damien stared at her.

My whole body shook, and I froze. If I didn’t, they’d take Leo without me. I would, if I did, be walking right back into the arms of the man I had been attempting to escape for five years. Damian stared at me, his expression unknown. “Your choice, Elena.” I had no choice. I took a shaky breath and raised my chin and looked him straight in the eyes. “I hate you.” He only smirked. “Get used to it.”

My heart skipped at every minute as I watched the ceremony. Elena had a wide smile on her face, she looked very beautiful truth to be told, she was the moon goddess of our time. She had gotten what she wanted to take my mate from me. Her smile was breath taking, spreading from ear to ear, as she looked at Dixon with a sexy ear. I could not stand to witness the moment, quickly ran out of the hall so I could breathe well Jolly's pov I was expecting this day ever in my life to witness a memorable moment of my brother with Elena. Smiling from chin to chin, while the elder continued the rites

Damon looked at the folder, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Elena, I knew you'd come around. Is this a request to reinstate our bond?" He didn't open it right away, instead leaning back on the sofa, savoring the feeling of control. "Was it seeing me with Isabella tonight that finally made you realize your mistake?" I watched him, my face a blank mask. "Aren't you going to look at it?" "In a minute." He crossed his legs, acting as if he held all the cards. "Elena, I can give you one more chance. If you sincerely apologize and admit that your behavior tonight was wrong, I might consider taking you back."

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

"Elena, turn around and walk back out to the car right now. You've already embarrassed yourself enough today with that childish injunction stunt. If you go on air and slander Chloe, I will sue you for every dime you don't have." ​I looked at him—really looked at him. I saw the desperate sweat on his forehead, the slight tremble in his hand as he adjusted his cuffs, and the panic hiding behind his arrogant scowl. For the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of him. ​"I don't need to slander Chloe, Damian," I said, keeping my tone deadpan and quiet. "The truth is going to do that all by itself." ​Chloe let out a small, dramatic sniffle, stepping out from behind Damian. "Elena, please... how