Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

‘Back and forth,’ she scrunched her forehead up a bit, ‘I mean, if she’s planning on going back and forth between her house with her mates and here. ‘I wouldn’t imagine so,’ I said and heard her heartbeat increase slightly, confirming my suspicions, ‘Alice will want to find her and Levi a stable home that can offer them everything they would have had if Leroy was still alive.’ ‘There are several good options,’ Marcy schooled her reactions when I didn’t take the bait, ‘Kelsi has already been watching Levi, Declan’s also grown quite attached to her.’ ‘But none sound as good as us,’ I brushed her hair behind her ear and watched her smile grow, stretching perfectly across her face and highlighti

He asks squinting his eyes at me slightly, like he was trying to look through me. "Yes, Mr-" "Mr Black!" My uncle's voice boomed from behind me,cutting me off as he approaches Damon with open arms. The two men exchanged a hearty embrace, like two old friends. My eyes widen with shock, how do they know each other? I knew Damon was a billionaire who was well acquainted with a lot of people but I didn't know my uncle was one of them. "How are you Tom?" They pulled apart and I just stood between them, a puzzled expression covering my face.

"Your skills must be deteriorating, Julian. That scrawny brat didn’t even black out." Julian clenched his jaw, glancing at the rearview mirror. "You might not recognize him, Mr. Adam, but that ‘scrawny brat’ was Andre Sterling. Heir to the wealthiest business dynasty in New Santerra. If anything happens to him, I’ll be splashed across every news outlet tomorrow." Adam Dean, the enigmatic and formidable CEO of the Dean Group, scoffed, his piercing blue eyes scanning the road ahead. "And? You think I can’t shield you? Is the Dean Group so fragile in your eyes?"

"I can't disclose the details of my will, but know that you are a shareholder of the house. You should be allowed to live there, no one can lick you out, not even my—" A violent coughing fit wracked his body, cutting off his words. I watched, heart clenching, as he struggled to catch his breath. The thought of returning to the Blackwood mansion filled me with fear—the hostility I would face there was sure to be overwhelming. Just then, two muscular men in black suits stepped into the room, their presence commanding and dominant. "I have hired these bodyguards to protect you from your toxic ex-fiancé," my grandfather stated, fixing me with a pointed look.

I know she can't be like that, she just wants to help me. 'Firstly, if you accept the job, you will be guaranteed a place to live in his house which is like a magnificent palace...'. 'Secondly, you won't have to worry about Aunt Lucy who always steals your food and clothes. Third, you might be able to use that place as a refuge from Jerome who will collect your debt. Even if you can't pay your debt, you will be safe there. because no one can enter the billionaire's house without permission from their very tight security.'

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

The Everharts shared with the Kingswells, a royal house rooted in the United Kingdom, their crest embroidered subtly on the backs of their chairs. The Blackwells, dripping in old American steel money, were paired with the Davenports, their icy grace complementing Blackwell arrogance. I slipped into the Blackwell table since it's a much larger event, I should aside with my husband's family, my every movement drawing subtle stares. Sterling sat close, sharp in a tux that looked like it had been cut directly from midnight. “I suppose my nephew is at the hospital,” he murmured, amusement curling at the edges of his mouth.

“This is my father. My pack. My fight.” “I know.” I held her gaze. “That’s why you stay. Someone has to hold the line here. Show them you’re not running. Show them you’re theirs.” Her jaw tightened. “You think I can’t handle both?” “I think you can handle anything.” I stepped around the table. Closed the distance. Voice dropped. “But right now, Blackridge needs its heir. Not chasing shadows in the woods. Let me bring you the witches. Let me bring you answers.”

“ You know who I am, but I’ll give you a hint, nonetheless. I am the consequence of the blood forgotten. The echo of a family erased.” “The Heir.” We all said in unison. He smiled and I froze. His words, they weren’t just mere titles, it was a claim, a declaration even. The bloodline we had pieced together little by little, the hidden brother, the legacies Rowan had tried and failed to conceal, they’d converged in this one almost terrifying figure, standing tall before all of us, unyielding. Bryan’s voice was a little tight. “You’re… Blackridge-trained. But not one of us.”

Lila's P.O.V The police lights had barely faded before I made the decision. I couldn’t stay in that house another minute—the vineyard that once felt like paradise now pressed in like a cage, every shadow holding Ethan’s anger or Damien’s grin. The kids needed safety, routine, something familiar that wasn’t soaked in lies and shouting. Blackwood was the only place left that still felt like home, the old family estate up in the northern hills where my grandfather had built the main house decades ago. I’d inherited it after my parents passed, kept it maintained through a caretaker, visited once or twice a year. It was quiet, remote, surrounded by pines and open fields. No neighbors close enough