Damian Wayne Grandfather Novels & Stories

The way he was already treating me told me we would not get along. “Mr. Jonathan.” I smiled hard, trying not to show how he annoyed me. “I am the granddaughter of Damien. You must have heard of him.” His face turned into surprise, and he grabbed my hand then kissed it. I wanted to pull away. “Your grandfather was a genius in wine making. I would love to meet him! Is he here with you?” He looked around, trying to find him. I laughed at the man. This was the guy my father turned down many times to start his own factory. He honestly didn’t deserve my fathers wine in his factory, but I wanted his wine to be known throughout the world.

They may decide to go after all the big projects the Stone brothers created. "I don't know. But if it means protecting you. I would do it in a heartbeat. I would do whatever they asked of me, so long as it protected you and our son." Damian replied, avoiding my eyes. I walked closer to him and reached up to cup his cheek. I was touched that he would do that for me. I really thought he didn't care about me. I knew how important Evanish was to him. So to give it up so freely spoke volumes.

Christy’s father added, “Are you here to mock us or to see our reaction?” Franklin’s jaw tightened. He hated being blamed for Christy’s choices. “I don’t want Christy with anyone else—least of all my grandfather. Do you know how humiliating that is?” Both parents went still, stunned into silence for a full minute. Christy had never told them that. Christy’s mother asked carefully, “What did you just say?” Feeling worse for having to repeat it, Franklin forced the words out. “Christy is dating my grandfather—Winchester. He’s my grandfather.”

Damien looked like I’d physically slapped him when I dropped the D-word. A flash of hurt crossed his eyes before he quickly masked it. He waved a hand, signaling a maid to take Lily away, then followed me into the walk-in closet. "Honey, look, I know you're grieving your dad, and I'm doing everything I can to fix this. I've already contacted a team of specialists abroad. As long as there's even a one percent chance, I won't give up on him."

Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!" I raised a brow at him. "I don't know what you're talking about… But you should worry about yourself." In the last life, Dylan was convinced he was healthy because I got pregnant the first time. But in every examination since, the doctors told me that he had a very low sperm count—so I wonder if he could still be so smug when he was as sterile as his father. "Just you wait! You will be begging to have me back!" Dylan bellowed as he stormed out, slamming the door as he left.

Damion answered. Wayne grinned, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be damned.” “Did you know him?” “Oh, about a million years ago. We were both young and wild and running the rodeo circuit. None of us were any good at it, but we enjoyed the partying and the thrill of the ride.” “My grandfather?” Damion asked with surprise. “I didn’t know he followed the rodeo.” Wayne chuckled. “It’s not one of those things a guy would want to brag about. He probably didn’t want you to know, worried you would follow in his footsteps.”

Damian sat in his office, eyes glued to the documents Ron had just brought in. The place was silent since his house was far from the town. There was no sounds of cars passing because no one even knew there was a house there. ’How did grandpa grab this land? Why did he choose such a remote area and how come dad knew nothing about it?" Damian thought with a frown. His maternal grandfather had a lot of wealth that was supposed to passed be passed to his mother, since she was the only child his wife could bear. Growing up, Damian learnt from the abusive relationship his parents shared that his dad married his mom for wealth.

Damian’s voice rang out sharply as he rushed toward them, his face etched with panic and fury. Before Amelia had a chance to utter a single word, Damian shot her a biting inquiry. "How exactly are you taking care of my grandpa? The second you showed up, he ended up like this!" His harsh tone shut down her attempts to explain, and her mouth, which had parted to respond, sealed tightly again. Damian had already cast his verdict, nothing she said would ever change his opinion. “She even coaxed Grandpa into handing over our family house right after Grandpa gets discharged!" Eve jumped in, her tone thick with accusation.

“Pat, he was congratulating us on our engagement.” “Hmm, we have been so busy that we haven’t gotten time to meet.” “I only have a few friends. When I get the time, I will introduce you to them.” “Okay.” Before they headed to bed, Damian received a call from his grandfather. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, so he did not bother to pick up the call. But soon after, his grandmother called. His grandmother had taken care of him like he was her own son, and he loved her a lot. It was because of her that he turned out to be the man he is today, so there was no way he was going to ignore her call.

She was always the one who wanted everything to happen right away. “Almost, sweetheart,” I replied with a soft smile, turning back to Damian. “They’re getting antsy.” Damian chuckled softly. “Just a few more minutes, Em. Grandpa and Grandma are waiting for you.” Their eyes lit up at the mention of their grandparents. Damian’s parents had become such an important part of our lives, and it wasn’t just because of their wealth or status. They were loving and warm, the kind of grandparents every child deserved to have. I’d seen a different side of Damian when he was with them—softer, more relaxed, the playful side that he rarely showed anyone else.