Novel & Cerita Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother

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

Damian replied casually, throwing a mocking glance her way. "How long have you two been having an affair without my knowledge?" Damian sighed lazily. "That's none of your business!" He ignored Glara's presence, focusing instead on the vendor's staff arranging chairs and the wedding decorations. "Who is Damian?" Damian's mother asked from inside their house. "Oh, this poor woman, what is she doing here again?" she remarked after scrutinizing Glara from head to toe. "Oh, you're here to pick up your rotten belongings, right? Wait a moment!" The middle-aged woman nodded and hurried into the house, specifically into the room where Glara and Damian used to live.

As he turned into the corridor leading to the guest wing, he froze, his eyes fixed on the bloodied figure on the floor - his mother, Luna Seraphine. Damian rushed to her side, screaming "Mother!" as she stirred, still alive. He draped his jacket over her and helped her sit up, demanding to know who had done this to her. Luna Seraphine's weak cough and faltering voice revealed the horrifying truth: "They got her, son... Arya and her baby." Damian's fury and desperation surged, and he cradled his mother in his arms, carrying her to her chamber and laying her in bed.

"Who the hell would know you were here?" Damien grunted; he knew exactly who was out there, that asshole Scott. Somehow he had traced them to her house. He had sat up on the hill overlooking her back yard and had waited until his intended target stepped in front of a window. It only took her just a few seconds more to put it together and she cursed. What could she do to get them out of this crazy situation? Then she had it. "Damien, crawl down to the basement before you leave any blood on the floor. I'm going to call the Sheriff and report this."

“You don’t know anything about my mother.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong.” His eyes glowed with something unreadable as he met my gaze. “I knew her better than anyone.” A sickening chill slithered through me. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Oh, yes.” Damian leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out as if this was nothing more than idle conversation. “You see, your mother was one of ours—one of mine.” I stilled.

"Art investment is part of the foundation's strategy, Mother. And what I do with my private time is none of the board’s business." "It becomes my business when you start chasing the ghost of the woman you killed with your own hands!" Lady Beatrice stood up, approaching Damian’s desk. "Camila is dead, Damian! She died because of her own mistakes. Stop looking for her. You will only destroy the Xavier family reputation!" Damian rose, slowly but intimidatingly. He was taller than his mother, and in this moment, his dark aura far surpassed hers. "Stop saying my wife is dead, Mom." "The reality is that she is dead, Damian! Wake up! You already have Ellena, why are you still thinking about your wi

Selene’s Pov Adrian stood in the doorway like he owned the place, two security guys behind him. My heart slammed against my ribs. Damien stepped forward, blocking me. “What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?” Damien demanded. “Get out.” Adrian smirked, arms crossed. “Family emergency, cousin. Your new wife’s mother got picked up by some old associates. She’s singing about hidden files. Board wants answers before tomorrow’s vote.” I moved beside Damien. “My mother? Where is she? What did you do to her?”

He didn't get it wrong, the woman was Weya, Damien Duff's biological mother—and in the past, an in-laws who once thought of her as her own child. Alora's gaze instantly shifted from Serena to Weya, suspicion growing stronger on her face." Do you know him?" asked Alora, her tone full of surprise. Weya nodded softly, turning to Alora with a look of eyes that were now hardened." Yes, Miss. He is my ex-son-in-law," he replied calmly, as if conveying a fact that was quite shocking.

"But who's Damian?" He met my gaze, his expression steady. "I am." “Wait, what? You’re Damian?” He nodded slowly. "But how do you fit into all of this?" I asked. And why didn’t he tell me who he was right away? He looked at the door and then returned his gaze to me. "Your mother was Evangeline Dominguez, and your father was Alphonso Georgino. Their love was forbidden. Although they were from rival families, they chose to see beyond their differences.”