Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

"First things first—do you have any siblings?" Damian shook his head. "Only child." "That explains the sulking," Saben complained. "Do your parents live in the area still?" Benedict asked. No, sir. I lost my mother when I was twelve. My dad is in Montana now. Retired army. We chat every now and then, but not often." Eliana's eyes gradually swiveled to Damian. She spoke softly. "You never told me about your mom." He gave her a tiny, personal smile. "You never asked."

"My mother was Elaine Voss. Your father's first wife, before he met your mother. Before he decided that his first family was inconvenient enough to pretend it did not exist." The room was absolutely silent. I looked at Vivienne. Vivienne was still looking at her hands. Damien had not moved. Not a single muscle. He was standing in the centre of that room like something carved, and I could not read him at all, which meant whatever was happening inside him was being held down with both hands. "How long have you known," Damien said. His voice was even and quiet, and somehow that was the most telling thing about it. Vivienne looked up. "Damien."

Damian finally spoke, making all eyes move to him. "What do you mean?" Renee asked. "You mother fell terribly ill and unfortunately died when Maya was just a teen," Damian said. "A…and my dad?" Renee asked, her heart beating madly against her chest. She wanted to see at least one of her parents. "He's also not doing well. He was poisoned by his wife…..I mean the woman he married after your mother's death," Damian said, explaining quickly when he noticed the confused stares he was receiving. "The doctors declared him brain dead and I asked them to put him on life support because I couldn't bring myself to tell Maya her father isn't going to make it."

Again, Kylie wanted to ask the very question that lingered in her mind continuously and caught her curiosity so much, but she bit back whatever urge that was clawing its way out of her throat to ask him about Kiara's real mother. “Kiara lost her mother when she was two months old,” Damian uttered, as if reading her mind, but that was how far he could go to suppress her curiosity. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Kylie knew he couldn't go further so she simply decided to change the topic after saying “I'm so sorry about that.” In no time, they were both discussing the company matters, business, and Kylie hadn't known time had passed by so quickly until Damian's phone pinged so loudly,

“Damian… please.” His touch paused. Then his lips brushed her ear. “He’s not just anyone. He’s my half-brother.” Lydia’s entire body went still. Damian’s hand still lingered between her legs, warm and maddening. But her blood turned to ice. “He—what?” “Not my father’s son,” Damian said darkly. “My mother’s. Born from a man no one dares name in this house.” She searched his face. “Is he the reason Vivienne left?”

Aunty Paulina was the gossip who made it apparent to my mother that Mr Matthew was going to marry another lady. Aunty Paulina had always thought that I was Mr Matthew's son even though her best friend who happened to be my mom had always insisted on the opposite. The truth came to manifestation when she finally saw the child in question, me, Damian. "Na! He looks nothing like that big-headed Matthew." So aunty Paulina said. "The father... He must be a white man, is he German or Spanish? Baby girl you have changed o, you no longer tell me things, since you and that big-headed mark broke up."

“I missed you mum. I thought I’d lost you like I lost Dad.” Mum looked Damien behind us and she was mute. I pulled back from the hug. “Could you give us some privacy?” Damien gritted his teeth as he ignored me. Still standing there like he was a watch guard. “Please,” I rolled my eyes. He sighed and nodded before he left. As the door locked, I pulled mum to a sofa. “Tell me mum, what did they do to you?” She shrugged. “I lived here as the former Alpha’s mistress, Damien’s father.”

I also understand now that your mother walking off like that when you were so young must have put you off relationships for life. ‘I have had plenty of relationships.’ ‘I mean real ones, not just sex. You don’t let anyone close because of it and that breaks my heart, because you deserve to have a lovely family.’ Damian felt a flash of panic. ‘Believe me that is not what I want. You are far more sensitive about this than I am. It was a long time ago and my mother was just another of your father’s many conquests. It happened long, long before he met and married your mother.’

The elderly woman offered Damian a polite smile. "There is no need to worry." She extended her hand. "My name is Margaret." Damian shook it politely. "Damian Blackwood." A look of recognition crossed Margaret's face. "I know who you are." She smiled gently. "I used to volunteer at one of the children's homes your parents supported many years ago." Damian's expression softened. "I've heard my parents mention your name before." Margaret nodded. "They were wonderful people." "They helped many children who had nowhere else to go."

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.