Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Dies

He says making it worse. Vee walks in with a snickers bar, sits on the small stool by the window eating her chocolate. Despite my embarrassed self I sit with him and we talk for ages until we fall asleep. Treadway stayed at the hospital for three more days until he was discharged. After his discharge I went with him to his house with Valerie. On my Jeremy’s death anniversary I took Treadway with me and he met my best friend. I was glad I did. As June was coming to an end, mom suggested to loan him some money to just enroll at the same time as me and as someone who didn't want things for free he told my mom he would pay every penny back.

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

He was really the root of all the problems. Damien’s phone rang and he picked it up immediately. “Yes? Did you find her?” he stood up. Anna and Arya looked up at him. Was it Jenna? They noticed Damien’s facial expression change. “I don’t think she did it but you can add it to her crimes if you want.” The two sisters turned to each other. What else did Jenna do? Damien turned to the two when he hung up. “Your father might not have been involved in the explosion. He was held hostage and later killed by Debby and Chen.”

It was like a dream that I would never go back to. A week after the incident, the four men including Damian was declared to be dead. The car they were riding in exploded into a ravine. Burnt bodies were found there and the group was identified. I didn't hear much of it. Tita didn't even include me in the conversation. Maybe they are thinking it will worsen my mental health.

Even right before he died, he said that and now--- he was never going to say it again. I dreamt of a better life with Luciano but now, it’s all a fucking memory because Luciano is dead. “I clashed the camera at his house,” Damian said. “All of them.” I gave him a fake smile and gave a nod in response. “Anytime the cameras get clashed, it takes 15 hours to self-destruct.” I shut my eyes at the thought of Luciano’s body being blown up. My eyes got so hot and I could feel the heat. I sniffed but that was no longer working in holding back the tears.

Robert said, voice low and remorseful, “She was being honest about everything, and that was the last time I’d ever speak to her.” The room froze. “When I returned the next morning,” Robert continued, “I received news that she had passed away silently during the course of the night.” Damian’s breath hitched. “Without showing any prior signs.” The silence that followed was crushing. Damian’s face drained of color. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Guilt carved itself openly into his expression. His throat burned. Slowly, painfully, Damian opened his mouth. “I…” he whispered.

“With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood, it’s a valid question. The public deserves transparency. Ethan Blackwood’s death remains” “My brother’s death,” Damian cut in sharply, and that single word changed everything. Brother. The press froze. Aria’s breath caught. Damian didn’t raise his voice, but something had shifted beneath it, steel wrapped around something far more dangerous. “My brother died in a documented accident,” Damian said, each word measured. “He was mourned privately, properly, and with respect. Any attempt to use his death as a tool to attack Ms. Whitmore is both cowardly and legally actionable.”

He dropped the call afterward and sent the location. “My men are on the way. Let's go.” he mouthed and they got into Cielo's car and she drove off. **** “I told you I could handle Giovanni, but no. You decided to bring in someone else. Someone you thought was better. Look at the result there.” he yelled at their face in mockery, pointing at the video playing on the laptop. It was a video of Damian sitting dead in his car. They remained silent, unable to get out of their shock. It was unbelievable that Damian had just died like that.

There wasn't a single news or update about his whereabouts or anything at all to know that Liam had won, was alive and would walk through the door again. Until now... My lack of sleep, anxiety and fatigue propelled me to turn on the TV this morning. I wasn't sure what I was looking for but I scrolled through the channels anyway. And finally, the morning news anchor caught my attention with the mention of Damien's name. “The CEO of Blackwell Group and founder of Vismo, Damien Blackwell has been confirmed dead in a tragic plane crash last night.” My mouth freezes open and blood drains from my face. The remote control slips from my hand and lands on the floor. My heart thuds.

He’d squandered his empire on drink, hiding away in a ruin filled with the shredded remains of our old photos, talking to ghosts. On a crisp autumn morning, my mentor called. His voice was heavy. "Elena... Damian is dead. Complications from alcohol poisoning. They found him clutching that blood-stained miscarriage report." I listened to the voice on the other end while I gently dressed my baby in a soft pajama set. "Understood," I replied calmly. There was no grief. No triumph. I hung up and walked out onto the terrace, looking at the sunlight dancing on the waves. Damian’s death was nothing more than a dead leaf falling in the wind. It didn't even leave a ripple.