Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

“I just spoke to Damien Voss. He offered a deal…real money, real protection. We can finally leave your father. You, me, Liam…we can be free.” That was all she’d said before the line went dead. Why run from Dad? Ariana knew their marriage was a war zone. Both parents had lovers…Liam was her mom’s. She already figured that out after the night of her birthday. But betrayal on this level? Planning to flee with Damien Voss’s help? It didn’t add up. And Damien offering an alliance one day, then murdering her mom the next second? No. Someone else wanted her mother silent. Someone who benefited from Damien taking the fall. Someone who is hugging her right now.

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…

And now she was speeding through the night beside a stranger who somehow knew her mother's name. She stole a glance at him. Damian sat with a folder of documents open on his lap, reading by the soft overhead light, his face unreadable. Cold. Controlled. As if none of the chaos around them touched him at all. The silence stretched until she couldn't stand it anymore. "You said you knew my mother." He didn't look up. "I did." "Who was she?" He turned a page. "A remarkable woman." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give tonight."

“This goes deep, sir. Your mother covered her tracks well.” Damian ended the call and dropped into his chair, staring at the scattered photos on the table. Anger simmered hotter. His mother had manipulated him his entire life, and now she had weaponized Chloe’s only real support. He wanted to call the woman and end it himself, but that wouldn’t help Chloe right now. She needed him steady, not raging.

“Amara’s not alone in this journey. I’ll stand by her.” My mother’s face plastered with fury. “You...how dare you come in here and make such a claim without permission? This family doesn’t need your interference in what's happening here!” Damian’s smile was cold, his expression totally hardening as he directed his gaze directly at my mother . “Oh, I’m not even here to interfere. I’m here for one purpose, to ensure Amara doesn’t become another calamity in your quest for more power. I will marry her, and I’ll ensure that she's properly taken care of and nothing happens to her. Not while I’m still around.”

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

Damien asked Maria who squeezed her brows. "Excuse me? who?" Maria formed ignorance which got Damien upset "Where is my wife's mother?.." Damien stood up making Maria look at him "What's wrong with you Damien? I have nothing to do with her. If I can help I swear I will, don't think I will kidnap Arrya no way, she's my grandkids mother, Demmy. Even if I hate her it's not now anymore, I have put everything aside." Maria burst into tears. Damien cleans his face before looking at his mother...

She wasn’t like the others. “What the hell is going on here?” Elena, her step sister demanded, looking at her mother for answers. “Who is he? What does he want?” Vivian, my mother, was still on the floor, looking up at me with wide eyes. I could see the desperation in her face as she scrambled to get up. She made a move to stand, but I stopped her with a cold stare. “Damien,” she said, her voice trembling. “Damien, you don’t understand. He’s your Fath—”

Mrs Crystal; Damian’s mom gathered me into her arms as soon as we entered into the house. “Thank you, Mom,” I smiled back. She kissed my cheeks before going to embrace Damian. “My baby,” She called with relief, clutching him tight. “I am so glad that you're safe. Your Dad and I missed you so much.” “Oh, where’s Dad?” Damian asked “He went to Scotland for another meeting,” she replied. Damian nodded in understanding. “You got me worried,” she said, caressing his cheeks. “Well, I’m fine now.” He muttered. Then he kissed her temple, earning a smile from her.

Amelia had been enduring unhappiness for years. Quietly. Alone. While he remained too emotionally blind to notice. Nathan approached him cautiously. “Sir… there’s another issue.” Damian looked murderous already. “What now?” Nathan lowered his voice further. “Your mother saw the news.” Damian’s expression darkened instantly. And right on cue, His phone rang. Mother. Damian answered coldly. “What?” Her furious voice exploded immediately through the line. “Tell me the pregnancy rumors are fake.” Damian’s jaw tightened.