Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Dies

Damian sounded a little breathless. He hung up. As I lay on the freezing floor, I stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and I started laughing. ‘Damian, you told me before that mafia members never cried. They only shed blood,’ I thought. Since he wanted a perfect puppet, I would prepare a perfect funeral for myself. … When I woke up in the hospital, Chester was sitting beside me. “You almost died. Did you know that you have severe pancreatitis? Where’s Damian? He didn’t even come to sign the papers.” He tossed a medical report in front of me.

And again, until his growls turned to whimpers and his body went limp in my grip. A heavy silence followed. With all three down, I shifted back, ignoring my own pain, and ran back to Damian. He was still breathing. Barely. But blood was soaking through his shirt. Too much. Too fast. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” he asked weakly, his eyes meeting mine as I dropped to my knees beside him. “Don’t say that,” I replied flatly, already ripping his shirt open to see the damage.

DAMIEN'S POV Rage filled me as the news of Williams and Carlos's death hung heavily in the air. They had been two of my biggest Allies; I contacted them immediately, and I found out that they hated Dominic Moreno just as much as I did. We had spent so much time building the perfect plan. I was upset when the bomb did not kill Dominic, but I wasn't going to give up. Now he had been one step ahead of me and he killed them… burnt everything to the ground.

he said slowly, “was my fiancée. Before Vivienne. Before everything.” Elena felt her pulse skip. “Your fiancée?” “She died,” Damian said simply. “And her death was the beginning of everything that came after.” The words hit her like cold water. He turned away, walking toward the fireplace. “We were engaged five years ago. She worked under me at Cross Industries. Smart. Gentle. I thought… I thought I’d finally found peace. But she—” He stopped, his voice breaking slightly. “She was murdered. And I was accused of it.”

she said. Damian nodded slowly. “Let me know when I can take him for the burial,” he said. His voice sounded cold, even to himself. The coroner nodded back. “Of course, Mr. Wolfe. I’m sorry for your loss.” Damian turned and walked out of the morgue. The air outside was cold, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him. His phone rang, and he quickly answered it. “Damian,” Raphael’s voice came through the phone. “What happened,is it true??

It was hard to deny the man's attractiveness, but Max knew better than to let appearances cloud his judgment. Just as they were about to speak, Sebastian's smooth voice cut through the air. " Please go on, I am waiting, gentlemen?" he saidad, his tone polite but with a hint of curiosity Max stepped forward, his expression serious. "Mr. Wayne, we're here to discuss the recent death of Damian. We have some questions we'd like to ask you."

Finally, in an abandoned warehouse in New Jersey, he was cornered by a team of hired professional cleaners. The report included photos of the scene. Damian had died a pathetic death in a hail of gunfire. His body lay mangled on the cold concrete floor. Even in death, his hand was still clamped tight around that ruby ring—the gift that was never received. I finished reading the message and calmly hit Delete. After clearing the digital trash, I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor. The Michigan sun streamed through the glass, wrapping me in a comfortable warmth. I looked down and gently rested my hand on the slight swell of my abdomen.

“He asked me to please see Adrian.” ​ Damien sat down next to me. “What is wrong with him?” ​ I faced him. “Your brother is dying,” I answered. “Lung cancer.” ​ Damien's expression did not change. “Do you want to see him?” He asked. ​ “Why would you even ask me that?” I gasp, getting up from the sofa. “Why would I want to see him again?” ​ I stopped and studied his face. “You think I should?” ​

"The message says they know how Alex really died. What is that supposed to mean?" The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. "You know how he died, Damian," I whispered, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. "It was an accident. The police report—" "I know what the police report said," Damian interrupted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "But I also know my brother. He was a safe driver. He didn't just lose control of his car on a clear night. And you... you were the last person to see him alive. You two had an argument before he got into that car."

“Shut up! You were my wife. And you betrayed me.” As he ranted, Naomi’s hand slid to the floor, fingers brushing against a fallen pistol but he didn’t notice. “You think you’re better than me, Myles?” Damian snarled, stepping closer. “When I’m done, I’ll…” Bang! The gunshot cracked. Damian froze with eyes wide and blood blooming from his chest. Naomi fired again and again screaming through every pull of the trigger. He staggered backward with arms flailing, and then he was gone. Falling off the roof with his scream swallowed by the night until it ended with a distant, final crunch.