Damian Wayne Grandfather 소설 & 이야기

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…

his late grandfather had warned him. "But, Papa, Damon is my brother, and it's not right that I don't give him anything in the Tucker's group," Damian asked, knowing that he has the bodyguards' support since he was a child. It was why he was able to control a large group, even after he succeeded his late grandfather. Damian's father wasn't the heir, but him, but his father made it look like he was the one who handed over.

But then, his parents died when there was an attack from the Old Council that was led by the old man who lived in the cottage in the neutral territory. The old man was Luna Marina’s grandfather. Damien unlocked the door before he went inside the room. He put the keys on the counter before he made his way to the kitchen to drink some water. The frappe was good and all but it was too sweet for his taste. Damien needed to cleanse it with some water before he made his way to the couch to watch some shows before his comic show tonight.

Damien leaned in and whispered loudly enough for me to hear, "The baby? Did I guess right, man? She's already knocked up?" Before I could fire a warning shot at Damien, my family finally noticed him. Their eyes lit up, transforming their expressions from excited conspirators to delighted hosts. "Who do we have here?" My grandfather said as he walked over to Damien with the aid of his cane. "Damien Kuroda? The young genius of the Kuroda family? Just like our Liam!" Damien chuckled, he instantly switched into his polished, charming corporate persona. He reached out to shake my grandfather's hand. "Hello, Sir. It's truly good to see you all again. It's been far too long."

"Damian offered us money to break Romero out of the castle. I thought that was it. I didn't realize there was something else going on until it was too late." "And that something had to do with Maeve?" I nodded, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. "Damian knew my parents. Or, at least, he said he did. Romero was my grandfather, but I never knew him before I saw him in the tower for the first time. It was… not what I was expecting."

I pressed him to continue. “Well, not exactly,” Carter scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. “You see, even though Damien was born six years before me, our grandfather still refused to pass the title over to my uncle. He always said he wanted to wait until Damien’s first shift at the age of twelve to decide but I think he was just a power hungry old snake.” Carter huffed and clenched his fist. “After Damien shifted for the first time, that was when our grandfather decided… that it wasn’t enough. And that's when everything changed."

Michael, Damien's father, tightened his jaw, though his face remained expressionless. “Father, he’s young. Every heir goes through a wild phase.” “This isn’t wildness,” Edward growled, leaning forward. “This is deterioration. Every tabloid that prints his name erases the respect your grandfather and I bled for. Money is no excuse to waste a life.” The door suddenly opened then, and Damian walked in, tall, impeccably dressed, and radiating entitlement. He caught sight of the article and laughed. “Ah, you saw the show.” He dropped into a chair, entirely too casual. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’m just living like any twenty-six-year-old millionaire should.”

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w