Beyond The Blackboard Movie Cast Novels & Stories

I realized that it wasn't me so I moved aside. "Asher Blake Cañoza, Dandara De Verra, Maria Inez Gomez and Cassian Blue Guevarra." I heard a voice of a boy answered her. Once I finished filling up the form, I gave it to the girl. I noticed someone staring at me that made me look around. "We have a special guest for today! It's Ms. Olivia Z. Bautista, everyone!" I heard someone said loudly that made me look to the front which I regretted right away.

She could not continue to do this to Jimmy. Mr. Blackwood is seated in his office, he had just gotten off a call from Botswana, informing him that Darky was still causing problems for the new GM, he was angry and thinking of a way to deal with the matter without starting a life-long rivalry with Darky’s uncle who he was in good terms with. He was still thinking about that when the door was pushed open and Annabel walked in. “Anna… good that you are here, I was just about to send for you.” he said with a nonchalant face, his voice cold to hide his anger.

In the chaos, I heard someone shout, "Vanessa!" Then, a shadow lunged at me. Edward suddenly grabbed me tightly. At that moment, I felt a sharp pain, and then everything went black. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. My partner stood in front of me and said, "Good thing you woke up. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to face our teacher!" It took me a while to process that I had been saved. "I…" "You're lucky that the bullet didn't hit anything vital. Looks like it'll take a bit longer before we can return home, but all good things take time."

The large screen on the far wall flickered to life. Jenna’s stomach dropped. David Blackwood appeared on the screen. The same man who had taken her on the midnight train. He sat in a luxurious chair, legs crossed, wearing a tailored black suit. His eyes looked straight into the camera as if he could see them lying naked and desperate on the bed. “Hello, little fucktoy,” he said. His voice carried that same cold elegance she remembered from the train. “I see Vesper has you now. The Supreme Council moves fast. But you still belong to me first. I marked you before any of them ever touched you.”

Just to be sure she was okay. Instead, he drove away. Because she said she was fine. In the rearview mirror, he looked back once. She was already walking inside without turning around. The parents were already gathered in the classroom. They had been watching through the window. "Isn't that Chairman Blackwood?" The first mother said. "He's even more handsome in person." The second joined. "He adjusted her jacket..." The third mother's eyes beamed with excitement. "My husband doesn't even notice when I'm cold." The fourth mother added.

“Breathe. Don’t leave me like this.” He forced air into her lungs and pressed again, desperate and frantic. But her chest remained still. Her eyes never opened. Lisa Callahan, the heiress who had plotted betrayal and who had promised him a future built from revenge and stolen empires, lay silent. Gone. Peter sat back, drenched and trembling, though his jaw was set tight. The waiter lingered nearby, pale and terrified. “Sir… she—” “No one saw this,” Peter cut him off, his voice low and menacing. His gaze flicked to the unconscious Samuel. “No one knows.”

_Damien’s POV_ The moment I stepped outside the building, the noise hit me immediately. “Mr. Blackwood!” “Mr. Blackwood!” “Did you know your wife was cheating?” “Will you be suing Mr. Kingston?” “Did Mariam confess before she died?” “What about Isabelle?” “Is she still your daughter?” Camera flashes exploded from every direction. Security formed a wall around me as microphones were shoved toward my face. Questions came so quickly they blurred into meaningless noise.

"Fine. I won't." We got to his place and I dropped onto the bed the moment we were inside, groaning into the pillow. Then something slipped into my head and I sat up. "Wait, didn't Blackwood Industry drop a trailer for that new movie today?" Kelvin didn't respond. I was already reaching for my phone. I pulled up the clip and immediately rolled my eyes when Miranda appeared on screen, crying with all the subtlety of a stage performance. "Ugh. Poor acting," I muttered, already half-scrolling away.

After that, Alicia rolled up the car window and said to the driver in a calm voice, “Drive.” The black Rolls-Royce pulled away from the hotel without hesitation. Snow and slush sprayed across Matteo. He stared as the car disappeared into the blizzard. The last bit of strength in his body drained away. His vision went dark. He fell backward and hit the icy ground hard. He lost consciousness. “Matteo!” his assistant, who had been following him, shouted as he rushed forward.

“Good morning, sir.” His only response was to clear his throat, sharp and deliberate, before looking away. He didn’t acknowledge me at all. My smile faltered, dying on my lips as he turned his attention back to Lucas, Damon and the two men standing near the glass panels of the lobby, they looked like senior executives by the cut of their suits and the sharpness of their posture. “I’ll be leaving now,” Grandfather Bristo said, his voice deep, steady, carrying the kind of weight that made the entire lobby pause. “I have to meet with Mr. Black. He just returned from India.”