Why Did Elena Choose Damon Novels & Stories

Damian continued, his voice shaking with fury and something dangerously close to grief, “it was Elisa’s resemblance to Annalise that made me fall in love with her at first sight. I won’t deny that. I won’t pretend otherwise.” He laughed bitterly. “And yes, my constant pursuit of Elisa in the beginning—it was because I never got a chance with Annalise, so I considered Elisa to be a fitting replacement.” Leonard’s expression twisted in satisfaction and Victory, but Damian wasn’t finished. “But that was only in the beginning,” Damian said sharply, stepping forward now, refusing to be intimidated. “Unlike you, I love Elisa for who she is now. Not because of who I want her to be. Not because I’m

The Gamma left with a warning, tension thickening the air. Later, after the knot deflated and Damien cleaned her gently, Elena confronted her in private. “This isn’t love, Mona. He’s a monster. Come back with me. You don’t have to be his wife, his whore, his killer.” Monalisa cried, torn between her old life and the overwhelming pull of Damien. Memories of college laughter with Elena warred with the intoxicating power she felt when her claws tore through enemies. When Damien returned and pulled her into a deep, bloody kiss, claiming her mouth possessively, she made her choice. She dropped to her knees before him in front of Elena and begged, “Marry me, Daddy. I choose you. Ruin me as your wi

Then, slowly, Caleb led her inside. That night, they loved each other with a desperation that bordered on grief. Every touch was a promise, every kiss a plea. They held nothing back, gave everything they had. And when dawn came, Elara walked back to Damon with Caleb's scent on her skin and his love in her heart. Knowing that soon—very soon—she would have to choose. And the choice would destroy them all.

She found it hard to trust others and wasn't sure if she could still love as innocently and genuinely as she had loved Elijah. "We still have plenty of time to get to know each other. I'm not in a rush about that. Besides, you still owe me a lot, so I can't let you go that easily," Damian replied, lightening the conversation with teasing remarks to prevent Elara from overthinking too much. For Damian, he was sure and serious about choosing Elara as his Luna.

His hands were on her waist, and her body was angled toward his. “Elena,” she heard him say, his voice low and cold. “What are you trying to do?” Elena’s laugh was soft, almost sweet. “Just answer me one question, Damion. Did you ever love Carmela?” Carmela’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed herself closer to the door, desperate to hear his response. Damion’s voice was devoid of emotion as he replied, “No. It was all a business arrangement. A deal with her father.”

“Sit. She hesitated before lowering herself into the chair. Her father sat beside her, looking tense. Damien took his seat, folding his hands together as he studied her. “I assume your father has told you why you’re here.” Elena met his gaze. “He told me you’re offering to erase our debts in exchange for a marriage. A ghost of a smirk played on his lips. “Straight to the point. I like that. Elena’s jaw tightened. There was something about him that made her feel like she was already losing—like he was five steps ahead, watching her struggle from a distance. “I don’t understand why,” she said. “Why me?” Damien leaned back in his chair. “I need a wife. You need a solution. It’s simple.”

Lucian nodded in agreement, and Ella smiled softly, understanding the weight of Damian’s decision, “She’s adjusting well… and I think she’s finally happy.” Just as Ella was about to leave the study, two energetic voices echoed through the room. Elina and Damon came running, laughing and holding hands, their joy uncontained. Elina stopped mid-run and called out, “Father!” before rushing forward to wrap herself around Damian’s chest. Damian chuckled, holding her tightly. “Well, hello there, little princess.” Damon, a little shy but smiling, followed. “Greets, Father… We have been waiting for as promised"

“I thought she was a bully and that she made Hannah’s life miserable. And that note… that note Hannah wrote before she ran away? It clearly said that Elara was responsible and that she made Hannah do it. Yes, I was stupid enough to believe it without even looking into the truth. But weren’t we all? Weren’t you the one who came up with the idea of marrying Elara in place of Hannah? You were so worried about your reputation that you didn’t even hesitate to use her as a scapegoat. I was just as much a fool to believe you as I was to believe Hannah. I should have known better.” My words hit her harder than I expected. She looks away, her jaw tight, as if trying to regain her composure. I don’t g

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Elena ignored her completely, her focus entirely on me. "I wanted to give you some advice," she said, dropping all pretense of friendliness. Her voice turned hard, her expression dripping with arrogance and disdain. "Stop fighting for Damon. You've already lost." "I haven't lost anything." "Haven't you?" She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "He chose to bring me home. He chose to protect me when you threatened me. He chose me, Sera. Over and over again, he keeps choosing me."

He didn't look at her for a second but he knew she was standing behind him. Elevena put her hand into his shoulder, Why do you care what anyone say-" Damon didn't let her completell her sentence and grabbed her hand, pulled her in front of him as her back hit the solid wall behind her. She screamed in pain but he cared less. He was looking in her eyes which were clear to read. She was scared of him. "Why do you care what others say? It's not like you love me besides we agreed to marry only because you blackmailed me. So, I'm not bound to you only," Elevena said in her stern voice.