Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

“Let me explain. Please. If you still want me gone afterward, I’ll walk away and never make you drag yourself through this again.” Elena hesitated only a moment before nodding slowly. “Come inside.” Damian stepped in quietly, his presence filling the small space. He didn’t sit. He didn’t move past the doorway. He looked like a man afraid the room would disappear if he breathed too hard. “Elena…” he began. “About my mother—” Elena held up a hand. “No excuses. Just truth.” Damian closed his eyes, nodded once, and finally spoke. “She didn’t die. She abandoned us.”

I whispered and was about to faint when Damian grabbed me and carried me straight in. He took me straight to his own room and placed me on his bed. I burst out crying. "No! I didn't even get to see my mom in my entire lifetime and it's all because of Asher's father. I can't believe Dad was going to get me to marry my biggest enemy. Ahhh!!!" "Crying isn't going to do shit for you. Let me know when you are interested in knowing why your mother became a victim of Alpha Richard Blackwood." Damian muttered and left the room.

The phone call ended, and Damian's fist clenched, suspecting that his mother was framed and his father never gave her a chance to explain herself. "No. I cannot kill any woman I love. Never!" Damian shut his eyes closed. He had little memories of his mother. He was only a little four-year-old boy, when his father had to marry Lady Mallory. Damian wanted to interrogate his stepmother, but he hasn't seen any evidence that she was his prime suspect. But he doesn't trust her one bit. He went to lay on the guest room bed, taking his phone and looking at a throwback picture of Alicia.

Vivian remained quiet for a few seconds. As if considering whether to answer. Finally she did. "Damien's mother." The statement caught Aria completely off guard. "His mother?" Vivian nodded. "I knew her years ago." Aria had heard very little about Damien's mother. Only that she died when he was young. The topic was rarely discussed. "What was she like?" Vivian smiled faintly. "Strong." The answer came immediately. "Stubborn too." That sounded familiar. "Most people underestimated her."

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.

"You're right to be cautious. But I can prove I'm Damian's mother. I know things about him that only his mother would know." She told me about a scar on Damian's shoulder from falling off his bike at nine. About his childhood fear of thunderstorms. About how he used to hide in his closet during storms until he was twelve years old. Things I'd never heard but they felt true. They sounded like Damian. "Does Damian know you're alive?" I asked again. "Not yet." "You need to tell him." "I will. But first I wanted to meet you. I really needed to understand the situation and ask for your help in proving Victoria is lying."

It was a woman not much older than he was. Life was so damn fragile! No wonder his mother, having suffered another heart attack, insisted that Damian get married. At his age he couldn't yet be called an old bachelor, but his father at his age already had two children. Feeling the breath of death around her, Damian's mother simply dreamed of seeing her son stabilize his family life and be able to take her grandson on her lap.

Ethan rushed forward to hug her, leaving Emery and Damian standing at her bedside. Her mother’s gaze flicked between them, sharp despite her frailty. “So this is the man.” Damian inclined his head respectfully. “Mrs. Hayes. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” Her mother studied him in silence before speaking softly. “You’ve been taking care of my children.” “I will continue to,” Damian said firmly. “You have my word.” Something in his tone—steel wrapped in sincerity—made Emery’s throat tighten. Her mother must have heard it too, because her eyes softened even as her lips pressed into a thin line.

The smile on Patricia’s face faded away instantly, the same as Karen's. “what do you mean Damian?” Karen, his mom asked. breaking the silence. Damian sighed and said, “God-mother, first I don’t want you to think that I am trying to cut you or your son off. You have been nothing but a great mom and aunt to me, but the truth is that your son, who is supposed to be like a brother to me has always been envious of me.” He paused.

Damian turned his gaze to him and glared at him with so much pain, Then he quietly walked out from the living room heading towards the staircase. “Why would she leave?” Damian spoke, with so much curiosity and anger in his voice, he paced around the room like nothing was Okay. “That lady is up to something Sir. Don't trust a journalist,” He said and Damian scoffed. “I don't know why you see her that way Victor, be careful so you won't lose your job.” He said while he continued pacing around the room, “I'm sorry Sir.” He said, bowing his head. “What's the information about my mother?” He asked, turning to face him, while his hands tucked his pocket. “She's doing fine. She attends therapy ses