Blackstone Founder Book Novels & Stories

The specific distinction that Victoria had handed me without fully understanding what she was handing over. Cassius Blackthorn had been searching for me for twenty years. He had built legal frameworks and financial infrastructure and an operation that had reached inside this estate and used real people as tools and caused real damage. He wanted the founding bloodline heir. He wanted what he considered his by right of old law and patient work. He had a claim and he intended to collect on it.

Chapter 1 I never should have answered Daddy’s text. But when the notification lit up my phone at 9 p.m.—Come to Blackwood Tower tonight. We need to discuss your trust fund. Now.—I couldn’t ignore it. Not when it came from Richard Blackwood, founder and chairman of Blackwood Enterprises, the man who’d built a billion-dollar empire from nothing and spoiled me rotten every step of the way. I am Sophia Blackwood. Twenty-one. Only child. Heiress to everything.

"Finally." I knew the voice immediately. "Malachai." A quiet laugh. "You have been difficult to reach." "You found a way." I countered. "I always knew where you were." "Then why spend fourteen years building Blackstone Meridian?" "Because I needed the world to move." I said nothing and he continued. "ArdentWolf accelerated that process beautifully." "So you used my company." "I used what your company had already become." My jaw tightened. "What do you want?"

Nevertheless, her cold personality was what intimidated people. MJ Billings, the twenty-eight-year-old CEO of Billings Corporations and one of the richest women in London and all around the world, was a mystery to many. She was a force that had taken the world by storm ten years ago when she started Billings Corporations at the young age of 18, along with her brother, Jorge Billings. Two years into the business and they already had twenty branches in different countries, and by the end of the third year, they had made a name for themselves, becoming multibillionaires. All these in the shadows for MJ Billings.

“No, he’s a Professor at Howard College. He prefers teaching over business. Teaching wouldn’t be enough to give his daughter the luxury life she wants. He has people who handle his businesses,” “The Blackstone Group?” Sandy murmured, scrolling through the iPad. His eyes widened then. “He owns Blackstone Group? Boraxip?” “Yes,” “That’s-“ Sandy stood up abruptly, realizing just now how dire the situation is. “No. The Blackstone Group is like an impenetrable wall. How am I supposed to get to the top because of this?” “Why are you so obsessed with getting to the top?” “Are you serious?” Sandy glared at the Mafia man for asking that question. “You’ve never wanted to rule the Underworld? You’re ha

"Oh, I am glad you two met on your own." "You?" Shayne asked with wide eyes. It was more of a shout than a question to Waren and even though he wanted to roll his eyes, he could not for the presence of Angeline. He faked a chuckle, smiling at the woman and her daughter. "We seemed to start in a bad way," he uttered and faced his bride to be one more. "I am Waren Troy Findley," he introduced himself, reaching a hand to her. She was hesitating to take it.

"How I went from the daughter with a trust fund to the one sent away with a suitcase. But there was no tangible reason. I just stopped being useful, so he moved on." "He was wrong," Caleb said simply. "Yes," I said. "He was, now to the second one," I said, picking up the Hale document and placing it on the bed between us. "This isn't about me. It’s about all of us. Victor had an early partner, Robert Hale. Hale helped build the foundation of Black Enterprises. Victor bought him out in 1987, but the buyout included a clause for ongoing equity in everything built since. Victor buried it, and Hale died before he could contest it."

He read through it quickly, his mind shifting into the same sharp, strategic rhythm his father had once taught him. Hidden liquidity. Unregistered assets. Loyalty chains tied to names Dominic had never seen in any official Valtieri record. This was a true autonomy. Blackstone was not just a refuge but a command center. A system his father had built quietly, patiently, beyond Luca’s reach. It was a contingency, a future his father had prepared. Footsteps sounded at the door. “Dom?” Althea’s voice was soft but concerned. Dominic looked up as she stepped into the room, her gaze moving immediately from his face to the paper in his hands.

Before dying, his mother pressed the newborn into the arms of a nurse, leaving only a single, chilling instruction: "Tell him to live more ruthlessly than anyone else." He had fulfilled her dying wish. At sixteen, he orchestrated his half-brother’s imprisonment. By twenty, he systematically eliminated the board veterans from his uncle’s generation, sending them, one by one, to the morgue. By twenty-five, he transformed the Voss family from old-money aristocracy into the sharpest, most feared blade on Wall Street. He trusted no one, believing only in the gun and the money in his hand. Only with Ava, the unattainable Ava, did he first experience the urge to possess her. It wasn’t love; it was

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w