Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Grandfather

We sat in one corner to crib while Damien looked confused. “Are you done complaining? Can we meet Grandpa?” “Who’s there, Vera?” A smiling old man, resembling Damien, emerged from a room. “Oh, Grandpa, how have you been?” Damien hugged him. “I’m fine, young man.” His glance went toward me. “Oh, won’t you introduce us?” Aunt Vera smiled and introduced me to Nelson Sylvester, Damien’s grandfather. “Oh, good that you brought your girlfriend along, Damien. We’ll get you two engaged while you’re here.”

Gerald said for Damien to scoff. "Stupid of a man who claims he loves his woman," Damien said for Gerald to smile. "Thank you, I will be leaving now," Gerald said and left. "And Dad... Why do you allow Grandpa to do that to you?" Damien turns to his father who sighs. "My father wouldn't have thought twice pulling a trigger into Fiona's head. He was a man of his word. At least, I'm a father-in-law to her daughter and grandpa to her grandkids." William said for Damien to nod.

"No, not currently. He was only serious about one girl named Demi, she was the only one that he ever gave his heart to." "Why did they break up?" "Not sure about the full story but she went for someone else when Damien wasn't well established. From then he has never trusted any female fully no matter what happens." "I see," Raven replied trying to hide her disappointment, she really thought that he was interested in her but he was just a playboy who never committed. He didn't bother to hide that he was using the girls so he wouldn't give them false hope but that just sucked. If Damien didn't trust women, which meant he was not over his ex.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

I thought everything was over then. But I witnessed Caesar’s heartbroken, devastated state. He held my lifeless body. He gently smoothed my disheveled clothes and hair, then softly kissed my forehead. He promised to avenge me. Later, he indeed fulfilled that promise. In that past life, Damian had risen to become the godfather of the entire mafia empire, surrounded by layers of security. Yet Caesar found him anyway, and they both died in the fight. I did not understand why Caesar would go that far for me.

Aria teased him about how serious he looked whenever he was reading reports, and Damian pretended to be offended, saying he was a very charming man at work. Which indeed was the opposite of what he was. As laughter filled the space again, Damian said quietly, “My grandfather called earlier today.” Aria looked up, curious. “Oh? I didn’t know you still spoke to him.” He gave a small nod. “We do, occasionally. He said he’ll be visiting soon.” She smiled faintly. “Is he nice?” Damian’s lips curved slightly, though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He’s… strict. Old-fashioned. He always had high expectations, especially for me. But he’s not a bad man. Just… hard to please.”

Damon noticed immediately. His fingers tilted my chin upward gently. “Don’t think about what they said.” I forced a small smile. “I’m not.” Lie. Big lie. Huge lie. Because my mind had not rested ever since I overheard that conversation. Human-born. Half-human. Why? How? My father was a werewolf. My grandfather was a werewolf. Everyone in our bloodline had wolves. Even my aunt. So why didn’t I? Why was I born different? And why had nobody ever explained it to me?

This was the first time I was seeing him showing emotions like this. We sat in a silence for a some time while he weaved through traffic. Damien looked at me while he drove. "You know, my grandfather really likes you. He even praised you at the table." "I’m guessing he doesn't do that often," I said, staring out the window. "No, he doesn’t. He’s a strict man with high demands. He doesn't handle failure well—never has. And my parents were actually defending you. You were really the best person for the job. I'm glad I chose you."

I held Stephen and dug my nails in his arms, he winced to my satisfaction. Damian froze. I could feel his displeasure, as he stared at me, forced to watch another man hold me. He seemed to want to rip Stephen apart, but my pleading look and his daughter's inquisitiveness forced him to hold back. “I see,” Damian said, his voice tight. He gave me one last, piercing look that promised severe consequences later. “Dad, come meet someone, please!” Brenda whined beside him, holding his hand. “Carry on then.”

Here was a woman with no breeding, no connections, no advantages beyond her beauty—and yet she understood something fundamental about herself that eluded most of the sophisticated women who threw themselves at me. But attraction alone wasn't enough to build a life on. I'd learned that lesson from watching my father destroy my mother with his infidelities. Physical compatibility was fleeting; power dynamics were what endured. I stubbed out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray and moved to pour myself a glass of whiskey from the room's well-stocked bar. The aged Scotch burned pleasantly as I considered the conversation I'd had with my grandfather just two days ago. "The Torretti trusts won't wai