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CHAPTER 30: THE PERFECT CATERER
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2026-10-01 11:29:36
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Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 33: CHECKING IN.
Adrian: Pov.I sat in the car longer than I should have.The lights in Ava’s apartment were still on. I had already told myself twice to leave. Both times my hand stayed on the door handle instead of the keys. The street was quiet. A soft wind moved past the window. After a while I got out, locked the car, and walked toward the building before I could change my mind again.At her door I paused.For a second I almost turned back. Then I knocked.There was a short delay before the door opened. Ava stood there in a simple top and soft pants, hair loosely tied back. Surprise crossed her face first, then something milder. For a moment neither of us spoke. The quiet stretched just long enough to feel noticeable.“Adrian?” she said.“Hey.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “I just… came to check on you and the twins.”Her expression softened. She stepped aside. “Come in.”The apartment looked lived-in and warm. Toys were scattered near the couch. A small blanket hung over the armrest.
Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 32: THE ENGAGEMENT THAT WASN’T REAL
Vanessa: Pov.The meeting room was bright and carefully arranged.I sat with my hands folded on the table while Victoria’s assistant reviewed the updated guest list for the engagement party. Every name had weight. Every detail was intentional. I nodded at the right moments, smiled when expected, and gave short answers that sounded warm enough to pass.From the outside, I looked exactly like the woman they wanted me to be.Inside, I was counting how close I had moved to the center of everything.The Blackwood world had always been about access. Access to rooms. Access to decisions. Access to power that most people only watched from a distance. Sitting here, listening to plans being made under my name, I could feel how much nearer I was to that power than I had been a year ago. The difference was no longer abstract. It was practical. Visible. Useful. Influence did not arrive all at once. It collected in small permissions, small approvals, small seats at the right tables. I had learned t
Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 31: THE WRONG MOMENT
Nathaniel: Pov.The question sat in the air between us like a loaded trap.“Is someone in your bedroom?” Damien asked again, still calm, still watching me.My brain short-circuited for a full second. Vanessa was right behind that door. One wrong answer and my entire life would explode in real time. I could already imagine the headlines, the fallout, the look on his face. My stomach twisted hard.I forced a normal expression onto my face and tried to remember how human beings stood.“No,” I said. “I was moving some boxes earlier. Something fell.”Even I heard how bad that sounded. Damien’s eyebrows lifted just slightly, the way they did when he was not fully convinced but willing to listen.“Boxes,” he said.“Yes. Boxes.” I nodded too fast. “Big ones. Heavy ones. I stacked them like an idiot and one of them decided to give up on life. Gravity won. Very tragic. I should file a complaint.”He stared at me for a moment, clearly turning the explanation over in his mind.“You’ve been acting
Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 30: THE PERFECT CATERER
Victoria: Pov.The sitting room was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning.I sat at the long table near the window with my notes spread neatly in front of me. The engagement party had to be flawless. Anything less would be unacceptable. I adjusted the guest list once more, running my pen down the names with careful attention. Every detail mattered. The Blackwood name did not host ordinary events. People remembered what we presented. They always did. A single weak element could linger in conversation longer than the success of the evening itself, and I had no intention of allowing that.My assistant, Elaine, stood a few steps away with her tablet ready, waiting for instructions. She knew better than to interrupt unless necessary. That was one of the reasons she had lasted as long as she had in this household.“We need to finalize the catering,” I said. “I am not satisfied with the current options.”“Yes, Mrs. Blackwood,” Elaine replied. “I’ve prepared a shortlist.”I took th
Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 29: SOMETHING GROWING
Ava: Pov.The sound of movement woke me before the alarm.Lily was already pulling herself forward on the play mat, determined and unsteady. Lucas watched her for a second, then tried to copy the motion, his small hands pressing against the floor. I sat up slowly and watched them in the soft morning light, a quiet smile forming before I could stop it.“Look at you two,” I whispered.Lily made a proud little sound when she managed another inch. Lucas lost his balance and landed on his side, then immediately tried again. I climbed down onto the floor with them, letting them crawl toward me. Their laughter filled the small living room. For a long moment I forgot about schedules and emails and simply stayed there, letting the ordinary happiness of the morning settle over me.It still surprised me how different life felt now.There was a time when mornings were only about survival. About making it through the day without breaking. Now the same hours held something softer. I watched Lily pu
Too Late Mr Blackwood CHAPTER 28: THE DISTANCE BETWEEN
Adrian: Pov.The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator.I sat on the edge of the couch with my phone in my hand, scrolling without really seeing anything. The day had been long, the kind that left my shoulders tight and my thoughts louder than usual. I opened WhatsApp out of habit more than interest.Ava’s status was new.I tapped it.A short video of the twins played across the screen. Lily was laughing, the kind of bright, open laugh that filled a room. Lucas sat beside her on the living room floor, clapping his small hands out of rhythm. The camera shook slightly, the way it always did when Ava recorded them. Something ordinary. Something simple.I watched it once.Then I watched it again.The sound of their laughter hit harder than I expected. I hadn’t seen them in weeks. I hadn’t stepped into that apartment since the night I almost said too much. The quiet of my own place suddenly felt heavier. I locked the phone and set it face down on the cushion, but t
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