Caitlin Blackwood Novels & Stories

I try to get up from the chair to see who entered. In between the reporters and camera flashes, I see a tall man in a black suit. The scene looks similar to the scene of a gigantic ship crushing minor boats and sailing ahead. He walks in straight like an Egyptian God, not giving a flying fuck to anyone. Reporters chant his name 'Ryan, one pic. Ryan', but he didn’t turn. His aura is powerful like a hunter, so deadly and dangerous. He seems to fill the space around him like some dark entity. I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom.

Blackwood. TBC!!

"You mean the promotion that involves you bouncing on your boss’s dick? Is that how you’re getting this kind of money?" I nearly dropped the phone. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Are you insane, Chelsea? What do you even mean? Why would you say that to me!?" "Are you serious right now?" Chelsea snapped. "Check your phone, Kayla. Check the news. It’s everywhere." I pulled the phone away from my ear and opened the browser. My breath hitched. The headline of a major gossip site was splashed across the screen: "BLACKWOOD’S NEW TOY? CEO Damien Blackwood spotted at dinner with mystery 'GIRLFRIEND'—who turns out to be his low-level office assistant."

James said trying to calm the ladies. “Wait, you own Nightshade?“ Anne said shocked “Yes, it is a new venture for us both!” James said with a smile. “But that means your Kurt Blackwood and James White!” Anne whispered. “You know them?” Grace said surprised “Where have you been?”Annie said exasperated “I been in Senegal for the last 3 years, I could hardly get a phone signal never mind anything else!” Grace snapped. “Kurt Blackwood is the CEO of Blackwood Industries the largest tech firm in the world. James White is head of Sweetest Thing, a catering and baking line.“ Anne explained.

Then his expression shifts slightly. “So I have a question for you, Mr. Blackwood.” I gesture toward him. “Shoot.” He tilts his head, studying me for a second before speaking. “How long were you going to wait to come see me… after my egg donor got locked up?” The room goes still. “Excuse me?” I ask, blinking. He exhales, glancing down at his hands before looking back up. “My egg donor. Brittany. I know she was picked up yesterday and according to my sources it has something to do with the Blackwoods.”

I got my ass ready to leave, "If that's all you got..." "There's one other thing I'd like to discuss with you before you go." "And what's that" I dropped back down on the chair. "It's about Caitlin." "Caitiebear? If you're about to tell me some off colored shit about my daughter I know that you're lying, my kid..." "No-no, it's nothing like that. Did you know that your daughter is exceptionally bright? She's captain of the debate team, president of the student body and the math club and I understand she even finds time to volunteer at the children's hospital while keeping up with her studies."

“Check out the latest on Craig news, man. You need to see this.” I didn’t wait for him to say more. My hands were shaking as I tapped on my phone, typing in the blog’s name. My hands trembled as I clicked on the link, bringing the screen closer to my face. The headline screamed at me in bold, unforgiving letters: "Adrian Blackwood: Heir to the Blackwood Fortune Faces Scandal. Inheritance at Risk After Four Years of Deception!" I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare:

She was not his sister, Violet West, but an actress hired to play the part of Violet in an Elaborate Charade. As Violet entered Clyde’s office, she noticed him standing by the large glass window, gazing out at the city skyline. “You’re tense,” she said softly, setting the folder on his desk. He turned, his eyes locking on hers. “We’ve got trouble,” he said, his voice low and grave. “Trouble?” she asked, her stomach tightening. A man named Adrian Blackwood has just acquired a significant stake in one of our subsidiary companies," Clyde said, his tone clipped. "He's a tycoon from London, and his business strategies are as ruthless as they are effective. He's already requested a meeting with me

"It’s Charles Robert. I want a full dossier. I want everything on Zayn Carrington, every financial weakness, every past scandal, every dirty secret. And I want everything on the woman, Mandy Blackwood. Their relationship, her past, her child. I want to know what makes her so special that he would do this to my Jane." There was a long, heavy silence on the other end of the line. When the investigator spoke, his voice was low, cautious, and carried a warning Charles had never heard from him before. "Sir… with respect, I would advise extreme caution regarding Ms. Blackwood. It would be best not to involve her at all." Charles let out a sharp laugh. “What are you talking about? Who is she? Some

A note of respect entered her gaze as she nodded, understanding my position. And Kaitlynn finally shook her hands, calling attention to herself. “So let me get this straight.” She glanced toward me as if seeking answers, but at my dark return stare, she spun toward Hayden. “Are you saying you and Brick are both Black Crimson?”