Novel & Cerita Constance Blackwood

"You all need to leave. I have something to discuss with Vivian Carter." Ethan brooks and Wyatt remained unmoved. "Mrs. Blackwood, I'm sorry, but Dominic instructed us to ensure her safety." Margaret Blackwood angrily removed her glasses. "What else can I do to her? You two are just obedient little dogs. Don’t forget, Dominic Blackwood is my son. If he’s the prince, then I’m the empress dowager. Do you dare defy my orders?" I scoffed coldly, "Ms. Blackwood , what era are we in? Empress dowager? Are you here to put on a show?"

The two girls continued to sweep the floor in the bedroom where they just entered so enthusiastically that when Miss Blackwood came to them, even she smiled at the image she saw. Miss Blackood was a weak, wrinkled old lady, with white hair in a bun. Her face looked dark not because of the age but because she was always frowning. The old lady used mostly one leg, limping. Watching her better one could recognize that stub nose, full of warts. The little smile disappeared instantly. The two girls also quit smiling. They felt it was too strange to see Miss Blackwood smiling like this. A smile that old hag would put on her face only at a kid’s death. Yet, something almost as serious was about to

Detective Blackwood’s name flashed on the screen. “Blackwood,” she said, her voice shaky. “We need to meet,” he said, his tone grave. “I’ve found something. Something you need to see.” Blackwood arrived an hour later, his expression grim as he confidently walked into her apartment. He carried a manila envelope under one arm, setting it down on the coffee table with deliberate care. “What is it?” Lysandra asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He opened the envelope and pulled out a series of photographs. The first one made her stomach churn.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“It’s too bad we hadn’t gotten in touch sooner. I know that would have prevented a lot that’s happened already.” Thad' squeezed his face, whether at concentrating on the woman’s words on from the sublime sensation he was receiving from his secretary’s mouth lips and her working tongue; he leant towards the latter. “Excuse me, you mentioned nephew? Did I hear you correctly?” “Of course, Mr. Black. Constance Loftus is my sister.” “Okay. I’m sorry, Ms. Carmichael. That was something I knew until now.” “I wouldn’t be surprised she never thought of mentioning it to you. Constance and I haven’t been in touch with each other for a while.”

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

Emera Black I ,christabel and chole got back to my room after all the drama that happened. I was tempted to go back to my mate and continue what we started last night. "I can't believe i got dressed up for nothing. Christabel said making herself comfortable on my bed. "Yeah me too, at least your mate saw you in a beautiful dress unlike alpha black and I who are mateless, so we were the ones who got dressed for nothing. Chole said pulling her heels and joining christabel to lie on the bed.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

Blackwood. TBC!!

I said slowly, “as reparation.” “Partial reparation,” Arthur said. “He knew it was partial. He was honest with himself about that. He said to me once, building something good doesn’t undo something bad, It just means there are two things in the world instead of one.” He looked at his hands. “He built Blackwood because he believed in it, the idea of it. What it could be, but the impulse, the why now, the why this was Constance Webb.” I sat with that.