Sino Si Padre Damaso Novels & Stories

It was obvious to the salesman that he was hurt by that position. “W-Who are you? Why do you know me?" Selene asked him in surprise. "Madam.. Master forbids you to talk —" “Just a minute!” Selene interrupted them. turning back to the salesman. "Why do you know me?" The man looked at her. "I'm Damian, I know your parents. Your father, Chris,is my best friend at work.” Damian replied. Selene was surprised by what she heard. She was unaware that his father had a friend since she believed that everyone had turned him down after he was suspected of theft.

His father tried talking some sense to him. " I thought you'd be proud, you made me like this. Isn't this what you wanted a killing machine " His father shaked his head he knew he couldn't reason with Damian he was too possessed. His handsome son looking at him with his green eyes which had very emotion. Damian no longer had a soul and he was incapable of loving or being sympathetic.

They were in the meeting hall where they held a meeting on any new developments regarding Silas capture. “I should return to where I belong,” Damian said. After giving up the throne which he originally came for, he knew he had to return to his original place. He still didn’t know who his real father was but he was certain now that it wasn't the late Alpha that fathered him. “You can't. Damian will want nothing but your death. We should remain here together until Silas is captured,” Asher told him. “He is already cornered. There's not much he can do.”

DAMSON The expansive mansion was a stunning sight to behold. It had towering columns, long winding staircases and fountains that lay vast across the lawn. Running up the stairs, he entered his father’s room and saw him lying on the sheets looking so calm. Mr Holland was a powerful man with a heavy build. Sharp jaws and piercing eyes which he passed on to his only son, Damson. Seeing him lying helplessly like that cut at his heart. He wasn't ready for this. Since he wasn't the closest person to his father, death was the last thing he wished him.

“When asked why he kept this information a secret for so long, this is what young Damaso had to say.” The screen suddenly shifted to an interview setting outside of the courthouse. “My father was never a saint in my eyes. For someone who claims to be a family man, he was barely a father to me. He shut me out of his business, and for years I had been trying to get a foot in. But when I did, I learnt that my father had smuggled money from all his shareholders’ accounts and somehow got into other people’s personal books too.” “Oh my gosh!” Abigail gasped.

his father said, once again not relenting. “Of course. If you're not willing, please replace me with your other son.” Damian walked away, completely disgusted with his own father. He quickly opened his cell phone, finding a message from Sira that made Damian warm up a little.

me inside to his study, the familiar smell of old books and leather making me nostalgic for simpler times. I sat in one of the large armchairs while he poured himself a drink. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. "Just answers," I replied. "I wanted to thank you for changing your mind about Damon. I never knew you had such a brilliant idea." My father's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Is that what he told you?" "Well, not exactly," I admitted. "But I assumed..." "Tyla," my father interrupted, setting his glass down. "I didn't change my mind about Damon. It wasn't what I planned out that played out there." I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. "What? Then who?" "I have no idea,"

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

But surprisingly, he continued his narration. " Once upon a time, your mother used to be our fiercest fighter and your father was a worthy rebel. He started their courtship with promises of a new future together but he lost his way soon after you were concieved. " Kilian put his cup down and looked at Mira. " I know it might be hard to hear things like this about a father you never met but... " " I think I met him..." Kilian arched his eyebrows at Mira's words.

"DAMIAN..." His father leaned forward and called his name in threatening tone, his father was always the strict one, talking about status, power and royalty all the time, he always tried to keep Damian in his control but failed, Damian was always a rebel and his rebellious behaviour crossed all the lines when his father gave him the position of the mafia boss, but he always took care of his Brother and father... "It wasn't necessary, I can take care of it father..." He replied pouring himself a drink...