Novel & Cerita Blackstone Founder Book

I belatedly realised that we were the object of curiosity for a lot of passersby. I hesitated, but picked it up after giving the brooch back. “Who are you?” I asked as I lifted the cup to my mouth. “By the way, you can sit. It’s a bit…awkward,” I added, my gaze darting about. He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s alright. I’m Vladimir Romero.” That name…I’d heard it before... somewhere. Then it clicked. Vladimir Romero. CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. A name that often popped up in business magazines and newspaper headlines.

Throughout the crisis that had swept the entire network, not one of them had wavered. "The old era is over. From today, Blackstone truly belongs to us." The next morning at nine, I held a company-wide assembly and announced the dawn of Blackstone's new era. The power shift was clean and absolute. I was about to deploy our market counter-offensive when the dedicated phone in Aiden's pocket rang. In all of Blackstone, only my sister Chloe's school, the Werewolf Academy of Arts, had the number for that secure line. Aiden answered the phone. After just two seconds, his professional calm shattered.

It was the kind of room where multi-billion-dollar empires were quietly bartered over truffles and vintage Bordeaux, and tonight, Vennessa felt like she was the main course. ​Lucas Montgomery sat across the white linen tablecloth, looking every bit the old-money patriarch. His silver hair was perfectly coiffed, his tailored suit was immaculately conservative, and his eyes—shrewd, pale blue, and entirely unblinking—had been evaluating Vennessa since they sat down. ​"The Blackstone board has always prioritized stability above all.

“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.”

He had spoken to the man, and even those brief exchanges were enough to show that he possessed a sharp intellect. Maximus Blackstone had laid the foundation of their reign in Brazil, and now Slade was guarding it fiercely. Many had attempted to dethrone them, but ended up becoming examples of why they shouldn't mess with them. Serranos and Blackstones remained at an arm's length, for they knew if they collided, the shockwaves would ripple through the entire world.

There’s something I held back, not dishonestly, but because I needed to be sure you were ready for it and I’m still not entirely sure but I’m ninety-one and the luxury of waiting for perfect certainty is not something I have in abundance. I told you about the four founding trustees. Myself, your grandfather, Eleanor, and Robert. What I didn’t tell you is that there was a fifth person involved in the founding of Blackwood who never took a trustee position. Someone who was present at the beginning and who chose to remain outside the official structure for reasons that were, at the time, practical and that have since become complicated. Her name is Dr. Catherine Marsh.

“A thief?” “Yeah,” Celine said, sitting up slightly. “You didn’t know? Seth had this idea, long before Blackwood Empire became an Empire. He had a startup concept that would later become the backbone for Blackwood Enterprises. He spent months developing it. Runes stole the whole concept. That was how the Sterling Empire got its head start.” Thea’s eyes widened. “He… stole from Seth?”

He downed the rest of the whiskey in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a soft clink. **** Jasmine sat at the small round table in her apartment, the business card still clutched in her hand. The elegant lettering read, Chadwick Blackstone, CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. A name so powerful it sent ripples through the city’s elite. She stared at it, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She had just signed a deal with the devil himself. The offer was clear. Pretend to be his fiancée, and in return, her mother would receive the best medical care money could buy. No strings attached, he had said. But Jasmine knew better. Nothing in this world came without strings. Especial

"He targets emotionally vulnerable ones." I pointed to a cluster of red pins on a map of North America. "Morrison Tech in Seattle—targeted right after the founder's son died in a car accident. Hartwell Industries in Detroit—taken over three months after the CEO's messy divorce became tabloid fodder. Pacific Manufacturing in Los Angeles—acquired when the founding family was split by a bitter inheritance dispute." Jules whistled low. "He's a vulture." "Worse than a vulture," I said. "Vultures wait for things to die naturally. Blackstone creates the emotional trauma first, then swoops in to feed on the corpse."