Blackstone Founder Book Novels & Stories

Because there was arrogance. And then there was that. The Founder didn't sound proud. He sounded factual. As though describing something obvious. Something undeniable. Damian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What does that mean?" The older man's gaze remained steady. "It means your father would never have built Blackwood Holdings without me." A chill crawled down Seraphina's spine. Because if that was true... Then the Circle's influence stretched deeper than anyone imagined. Far deeper. The Founder began walking slowly through the basement. His hands clasped behind his back.

“Desire is never just desire.” The doors slid open. The man who stepped out of the elevator did not look like someone who brought bad news lightly. Marcus Hale was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in charcoal and restraint. His eyes flicked once to Elara, assessing, then back to Cassian with the kind of loyalty that had been tested and earned. “Morning,” Marcus said. “We have movement.” Cassian nodded. “Talk.” “Locke rerouted two shell companies overnight. One offshore. One domestic. He’s buying silence and burning paper.”

"He's panicking. By dawn, he'll have bigger concerns than NovaTech." "What did you do?" "I defended our territory. Sometimes the best negotiations happen without words." She spent the night monitoring the digital storm Cipher unleashed. Blackstone's carefully constructed empire began showing cracks as investigators noticed patterns previously hidden. By morning, he'd fled the summit to manage crisis control. "One predator down," Elena murmured, watching the sunrise. The final summit day brought unexpected dividends. With Blackstone's dramatic exit, other players reassessed NovaTech's position. The mysterious company that had somehow triggered a billionaire's downfall demanded respect or at l

"The oldest transfers I found predate Lucian taking control. Some even predate Conrad's consolidation of Mercer & Vale." "How far back?" "Early eighties." Gabriel's time. Blackthorn. Andrew. Everything circled back. I looked at Helena. "What was Blackthorn actually created for?" She didn't answer immediately. "Originally?" "Yes." "Extraction." I frowned. "Of people?" "People. Information. Assets." "By who?" Helena's eyes moved to Lucian. "Not Conrad." "We established that," he said. "Who?" "I don't know the founder's real identity."

“The noise, the speed, the greed, the way humans built empires out of paper, steel and arrogance. I entered businesses because it amused me at first. Then I realized I was good at it. Sports investments, shipping routes, private security, hotels, clubs, legal companies, illegal companies, played some interesting games, joined teams and made them and then eventually the Blackthorne mafia.” I stared at him, slightly stunned. He looked almost amused by my expression. “What?” “You built the Blackthorne mafia because you were bored?” “At first.” “Dax.” “I was young.” “You built one of the strongest criminal empires in the human world because you were young and bored?” “And too talented.” Despite

“That’s never a comforting sentence.” Ethan closed the file. “He disappeared fifteen years ago.” “And?” Aria asked. Victor exchanged a look with Ethan. The kind of look shared between people who understood the weight of a situation before anyone else did. Finally, Victor answered. “Gabriel Voss was one of the founders of Blackwater.” The room fell quiet. Aria looked back at the photograph. Her father. A founder of Blackwater. Standing side by side. Smiling for a camera. A knot formed in her stomach.

"Chairwoman. Counselor. We traced the dark pool clearing firm used by Apex Trust. The purchase orders were routed through a private Manhattan hedge fund called Blackstone Apex Capital." "Who owns Blackstone Apex?" Isabella demanded, her voice cutting through the hum of the cabin like a steel blade. "A man who hasn't stepped foot on Wall Street in fifteen years," Miller answered, tapping the screen to project a high-resolution file. "Dominic Mercer." Isabella’s breath stilled for a fraction of a second. "Dominic Mercer... my father’s former chief financial officer before Reed-Hayes went public." "The man who vanished with two billion dollars in liquid assets right after Richard Hayes died," N

“Wait it was your company?” “Yeah. It was. Not anymore. She took a sum of money she had won in a lottery for a down payment and then got the rest of the money from some creditors. Pretty sure they were Italian mob, don’t tell Miklos, and she bought us out for a cool million. It’s what paid for the four of us to do our masters programs. The rest of the money we invested into the app. It’s funny how quick it goes.” “Four of you?” “Sienna,” she smiled. “She’s working on her doctorate. Because we were working on our app, we weren’t as diligent with our studies as she was so she’s a step ahead.”

"What is this?" He said nothing, at first. I could feel the heaviness of his eyes on me, the weight of his silence. Then I flipped to the next page, and there seemed to be a number of falsified records of financial information there, jumbled, messy-if I squinted hard enough, the name on the sheet started to blur together. There were figures that didn't add up, sums too large to be kosher. And in the corner, a company name I had never seen, connected with something called "Blackstone Enterprises. I couldn't breathe. My hands were shaking, the papers trembling in my grasp. This wasn't a picture of Jaxon with some stranger, but a whole network of deals, forged documents, and ties I could hardly

“Otherwise, your rival company will get ahead of you. Colton is cunning—he never keeps his word even with a contract in place.” “Don’t worry,” Silvanus replied calmly. “I know exactly how that man works. If he breaks our deal, he knows what’s coming. He came to me begging to rebuild his fallen company. If he can’t keep his word, then there’s only one outcome for him—his downfall.” “What do you mean?” Yve asked. “You know he’s a manipulator—” “I’ll cut all connections with him and his companies. I only give my word once. If someone betrays it, they’ll never regain my trust.”