Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

She is helpless in this situation as well. Damien can understand her inner turmoil. After his mother's death and his father's second marriage, Damien felt like his father betrayed him. He was young and didn't know the ways of the world yet. He began to drink and fight in the underground fighting rings to vent out his frustration. That's when he met Bran. It took him a few years to turn off his emotions until Eva woke them all again.

I said as I focused my attention on who is com in. The door opens and a middle-aged woman probably in her late fifties came in, she needed not to tell us who she was. The resemblance was nothing I have ever seen. "Hi Erica, my name is Cynthia and I am Damian's mother," She said with a warm infectious smile. I quickly stood up from the bed and found myself wrapping my hands around her for a warm hug. "Nice to see you am," I said, she smelled of beautiful sunset flowers and had a peaceful aura around her. Damian had never really talked much about his mum, but from a glance, one can tell she is a jolly good woman.

First, I misheard someone’s name “Lucy.” Kael patted my shoulder. “She’s Ethan’s brother. She also has two step brothers and a sister..” “She looks familiar.” I said. KD actually choked on his drink at that one, discreetly turning his back to regain his composure while the woman’s husband, whose name I had overheard was to be Damien , barely hid his amusement because I was loud enough. “My dear PA, you have a unique talent you know?,” he said once we moved away. “You can walk into a room and single-handedly commit social arson in under ten minutes.”

My mother asked staring at me in disbelief. I frowned at her question but I answered "Damien Wood is my mate, we found out at the graduation ceremony yesterday". The front door opened before anyone could respond. Rhea walked in, she looked different in a positive way, different from two years ago, she was literally glowing. "Damien is whose mate?" she asked sharply as her eyes met mine. I smiled at her."Hi, Rhea,long time no see" She didn't smile back,she just glared at me like I was an unwelcome visitor.

I thought about the stories Damian had told me about growing up inside a collapsing empire, about watching allies betray his father, about inheriting power too young. About the years spent clawing stability out of chaos. All of it had shaped him, every ruthless decision, every scar, every calculated risk. And according to this file, the collapse had been engineered. By his own mother. I looked back at him. “Damian.” Still nothing. He had gone very pale. I stepped closer. The air around him felt brittle. “Say something,” I murmured. His eyes finally moved toward me. They looked darker than usual. “She’s dead,” he said.

He had settled into her chair behind the desk, but his gaze looked distant. “Honey,” Aria called softly. “How was the meeting with Christian?” Damian looked up, snapping out of his thoughts. His expression softened the moment his eyes met hers. “I found out some information about Celeste’s mom.” “Really?” Aria sat up straighter. “Yeah,” Damian replied, frowning. “It’s true. She worked for my father.” “Samantha Michael,” Jaxon added. “And her daughter… Celeste Michael Voss.”

Serena signaled to her apprentice to move Martha’s body before she soon saw it. Serena ran to Damien to console him and ask him what was wrong. “Someone hurt my mother!” he cried. For one, Serena was glad that Damien survived the process. She had a lot of plans for him and the future especially now that his dumb mother is out of the way. “Oh my poor boy, nobody hurt your mother!” she consoled him.

Tito said before sighing. Tita smiled at me. “Jewel is his wife who passed away when Damian was just ten.” She informed when she noticed the confusion on my face. “Didn’t Damian told you about his Mom?” I shake my head with an inhibition but she smiled anyway. “Damian really has still don’t want to talk about it. That kid gone through a lot and I was so sorry for being one of the people whom he loathe until now.” She sadly muttered. “Mom…” Aubrey called her so I look at the both of them and saw them smiling sadly.

It made my chest tighten. I cleared my throat. “Who are you?” “My name is Maris. I was close to Evelyn.” A pause. “His mother.” I froze. Damian rarely mentioned his mother beyond short, clipped phrases. Evelyn Blackwood had died when he was young, and from the few stories I’d pieced together, she hadn’t exactly been mother of the year. But this woman—Maris—she said Evelyn’s name with… weight. Like she knew things. I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, he’s not home.”

“I’ve kept them with me ever since… waiting for the day, the right time, to give them back. Now put them on so you can get back into my arms.” His expression is pure innocence, but his words are anything but. The rest of the flight home is absolutely perfect. Even though the physical tension between us simmers just beneath the surface, Damian doesn’t cross that boundary. We just lie in each other’s arms, talking. Really talking, and for the first time, we share the truths that have shaped us; the past traumas we both usually keep buried. He tells me about his mother. How an arranged marriage to one of the Familia’s Romancers destroyed her spirit. How her depression consumed her until, when D