Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Grandfather

Mean while in the Blue lake clan, Alpha Damian was in his office working on some documents when he heard a knock on the door, he raised hes head as the person entered the office A seventy five year old man and a seventy year old woman walked into Alpha Damian office and sat down on the chair oppsite him, Damian looked at them and pretended to be working on the file with him. The old man was Grand pa Laite and the old woman was Grand ma Laite, this old people were Damian grand parent, after the death of Damian parents, they both pratically raised Damian even though Damian was already the Alpha at a very young age when Grand pa Laite saw that Damian was ignooring them he picked his walking sti

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

He said, seriously. "The sorcerers," I added. "Yes," he nodded, "you know what that means, don't you?" He asked, staring directly at me. Hesitantly, I nodded. In as much as I didn't want to admit, it was glaring. I couldn't deny the fact. There were proves. "Your father, Alpha Damian was involved in the murder of my grandfather," Carter finally said. Speechless, I stared at Carter, tears slowly blurring my line of sight.

“Let him go, Damian.” “Who also dares to threaten the young girl who found him out.” “I didn't want you to know for this reason. You should let him go.” Damian only smiled, and for a minute, I started to believe all that I heard about him, about the dangerous sides of him. “I believe we have nothing more to speak about, grandfather. But you know well enough that I will find him if I want to.” His grandfather looked away. I could tell he now regretted it.

“Wasn’t William his middle name? They even called him Willy, which he used to hate. Yes, I remember him telling me his maternal grandfather had named him William after his father Williamson. Dami had a special place in his grandfather’s heart. Does that mean the Williams group belongs to his grandfather? No way. But then Naina..... said Was that the reason Dami was always so untouchable, powerful, fearless, impersonating the devil himself? Does that mean Dami was the chosen heir from the beginning and took charge of the company recently? Oh My God! Years back, he had mentioned his grandfather was severely ill and he used to always shuttle between Cali and NewYork…….. He even stayed with his

“Have you ever considered that he might not be your grandson?” “What?” his grandfather’s voice hardened. “Have you ever wondered why I refuse to let him into our family business?” The old man frowned. “Don’t make baseless accusations—” “He’s not my brother,” Damien cut in coldly. “He’s just my father’s wife’s son. We are not related. He’s not a Vladimir. That’s why I don’t take him seriously—he doesn’t even realize he’s a bastard taking the place of the rightful second son.” And with that, Damien hung up.

I hesitated as I tried to find the proper word, "... good? Yeah, good." Damian pulled the handful of papers out from the envelope, and I watched nervously as his facial expressions changed. "But .... how ....." Damian said quietly as he read the first page, flipping to the next. I shrugged my shoulders. "It wasn't that hard once I found out who your parents were. I told you that your father was good friends with my grandparents. Then, when we found out that you're related to the daughter of the old Crescent Hills Alpha and Eric Whitlock, as well as to a water fairy, I just asked a few favors ....."

Anthony took a look at old master Clemon and tilted his head. A mocking smile came onto his face as he said, "Old man no, I should be calling you Grandfather instead." "Pfft, who's your grandfather?" Old master Clemon glared at him. "Whether you admit it or not, you are my grandfather. My biological father is your son, Damian" Anthony said patiently. With his eyes focused on Anthony, the man went rigid. He wasn't able to return to his senses for a long time.

Damian Desmond respected his grandfather but had never been afraid of him. Because of their good relationship, they sometimes talked without any restraint. "You're not like this when you were young!" Grandfather gave a cold snort. He hadn't been as passionate about women as his children and grandchildren all his life. After his wife passed away, he devoted all his energy to working and nurturing the next generation. The only mistake he made might be...