Sino Si Padre Damaso Novels & Stories

GRAND CASINO, 9AM Damien woke up in the morning and to his surprise he slept, he really slept he don't want to believe that, he really don't, he must be really stressed, that why. He wants to believe that the reason, but his uncle whose everyone know has his father asked him to come to his casino. Uncle Rhode Wolfe which everyone know that he is his son. Every one knows Damien has their hidden first son, no one knows they are bit blood related except the family alone.He had a casino in Spain but he has another hidden district here.

“I didn’t know her as well as I should have. I was just a child when she passed away. But I grew up hearing the stories—hearing how she fought, how she loved, and how it all fell apart. It’s... it’s a hard thing to live with. To know that my mother never had a chance to be happy, not truly. To know that she was always fighting against something, always pushed to the edge.” “And your father,” I asked carefully, afraid to poke at old wounds. “What happened to him after that?” Damien’s eyes flickered, and his jaw tightened. “He changed. Completely. He shut down, Castiel. He buried himself in his work, in the family legacy. And after a while, he took a mistress. Someone to fill the emptiness, I

The image wasn't so clear, but there was something very unsettling about the man in the picture. “Who is that?” Ezra hesitated before he spoke again. “That's the thing—the system flagged his name as Damien Moreno.” I leaned back in my chair, trying to recall if I'd ever heard that name before. “I don't know anybody like that.” “Are you sure?” Barry asked grimly, “He is listed on the old organization files. His name was buried so deep that we had to decrypt three layers to get any information about him. He was born two years before you in Rome. His mother was Spanish—Ana Valdez. There is no record of her from after Damien was six. It seems like your father paid her off to leave.” He explained

He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

" I asked between sobs as Dante engulfed me in a hug and kissed my forehead. "Hey, please don't blame yourself. They wouldn't want you to do that." Dante comforted me and sighed " There is one more thing you need to know," "What?" I asked pulling back from his comforting hug. "Damien, my enemy is no one but your brother. Sylvia's eldest and only son," he informs making my eyes widen two times in shock.

"That's not possible, I was just... where's my father?" "Dead." The word came out harder than I'd intended. "You killed him three days ago in the catacombs along with your brother Matteo." "I killed..." Damien's face went pale. "That's insane, I would never move against my father, he'd destroy me and everyone I care about." "You did move against him." I grabbed his hand. "You left the family and became a priest and you met me in a confessional and we fell in love and you fought a war to protect me."

He, that powerful man in the newspaper, was the father of the little Nayara. “Damien Slimth,” Aaron pronounced, “Amber you have been in love with the son of worst enemy of my father.” He declared. Among all men in the world, Damien Slimth of all people, had to be the father of Nayara.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

"Damian!" I stood up and came out from behind my desk to greet Damian. We hugged each other tightly. It had been a long time since I had seen him, since he had returned to Italy to take care of his sick father who had finally passed away. "You've gotten thinner," I said, observing Damian closely. "Is everything hard there?" Damian sighed and walked over to the couch, then plopped down on it. "My father was really an amazing man," Damian said in a gloomy tone. "He had prepared everything for me and my siblings who all came from different mothers."

Master Dan said his eyes fixed on Damian. "He's not my brother," Damian replied angrily. "I'm Oliver Antonio," Oliver chuckled. "We share the same father." "And I'm Damian Isreal Makari. That asshole you call father isn't my father," Damian said emphasizing on the "my father". "My father died the day my mom died," Damian said hiding some sort of emotion.