Damian Wayne Grandfather Novels & Stories

No one answered. Because someone had been maintaining the clock. Waiting. For years. Damian walked towards the fireplace. Above it hung an old family portrait. His grandfather. His grandmother. His father. And... A little girl. He froze. "I don't understand." Amara joined him. "Who's she?" Damian shook his head. "There wasn't a daughter." "My father was an only child." Michael stepped closer. His eyes widened. "I know her." Samuel looked at him in surprise.

The day my only brother was cornered in a dockside warehouse by a rival mafia family, I knelt on the carpet of Damian's study and begged him. "Lend me ten men. I only need to hold until dawn, and the men I hired can get up here from the south side." He took a drag on his cigar and scoffed, "Ten men? Do you know how many people have eyes on that shipment on the north side tonight? My men aren't here to wipe up your messes." My knuckles went white where I had hold of the hem of his trousers. My phone screen lit up. A message about my brother taking a bullet, the blood a blurred smear of red. I was about to beg again when I heard him place a call over my head. His voice went soft, the way you'd

“That's crazy. How could The Winters belong to you? This company was started by Damian's grandfather. How could it ever belong to you?” "Exactly my reason because Damian’s grandfather was also my grandfather,” he confessed, and I gasped, “Damian's father was also my father!” He revealed, and I didn't have words to respond, that Damian's father was his father. How?

"I want that too." He was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then he said, "My grandfather wasn't always the way he is now. When I was young, he was... different. Kinder. He used to take me fishing, tell me stories about my grandmother, let me sit in his big chair and pretend I was running the company." "What changed?" "My father died." Damien's voice was flat. "Car accident. I was twelve. Sebastian was ten. After that, my grandfather became obsessed with legacy. With power. Making sure nothing could ever hurt the family again."

Damien stared at her for several long seconds before finally turning away coldly. “Let’s go.” His assistant blinked in confusion but quickly followed him. Inside the VIP room, Damien found his grandfather sitting upright on the hospital bed. Despite his age, Valentino Monteverde still carried authority in his eyes. “You finally came,” the old man muttered. Damien sat down across from him. “You scared everyone.” Valentino chuckled weakly. “I’m too stubborn to die.” Damien remained silent. The old man studied his grandson carefully before speaking again.

Back. The word made my skin crawl. Like I was some missing object. Then Leon continued and what he said next nearly put me on my knees. “There was a deal, Damien. Between your father and Adrian’s grandfather.” My chest tightened so hard it hurt. Damien’s father? My grandfather? A… deal? “For what?” Damien growled. Leon hesitated. “Adrian.” My breath punched out of me. I pressed my back to the wall, sliding down slowly until I sat on the floor, shaking violently.

he was a good grandfather and godfather to her great-grandchildren. But at the same time, the Old Duke narrowed his eyes from where he was sitting to see Axias and Alameida from afar. He turned his face away and snorted in annoyance, making Damian even more frightened as he thought his great-grandfather was angry with him. Terrifying! His great-grandfather was scarier than his father! "Awoo..." Damian choked back his tears. He missed his father—he wanted to be held by his father instead... But when the Old Duke realized Damian sniveled a cry, he immediately stood up and gently rocked the little baby in his arms.

Then, their grandfather would not have to worry so much. Damian made a mental note to visit Wiltspoon sometime soon to learn more about River’s family background.

- Damian hurried out the door, he didn't want Devlin to know that he was sick. “Is your health okay?” - Devlin immediately asked before Damian left. "Sure." - Damian reassures his grandson. After Grandpa left, Devlin carried Anthea to his room in a confused and sad mood, he didn't want Grandpa to be disappointed but he also didn't want to give up his current job.

, he apologized. "I ask again - and answer sincerely this time - are you alright?" Alex asked calmly. It took Damien some time to come up with something close to a sincere answer before he replied to Alex . "Sincerely speaking, I'm fine. It's just that I'm infuriated at the guts of those bastards that call themselves the Rogue Wolves to show their face up here again. And now that they think they can come here and carry out their plans, I can't let them go so easily. I must take them by the horns. I must be ready for anything they throw at me, and I must be even more ready to silence them once and for all. I can't let them go. Alex ...", he called, looking into Alex 's eyes, "...they killed m