Novel & Cerita Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother

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…

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."

“My mother was the first Luna. But she didn’t survive long. You know why? Because I killed her.” The words hit me like a slap. “I…. what?” I said, stunned. He nodded. “I was young. I didn’t understand what I was becoming. The darkness in me was stronger than anything. One night, it took over. And I killed her.” I took a step back, feeling the weight of his words sink in. “My father couldn’t stand the shame,” Damian continued. “So he hid me. Said I had died. Then he took another mate, your mother, Kael.”

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.

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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.