Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

Setting aside Jessica, what did this mean for the woman who had become Steve's ex-wife? Rowan fell into a contemplative silence, her thoughts as tangled as an unraveled ball of yarn. Then, something struck her. "Wait..." she began, her voice laced with doubt. "James mentioned that his parents are still alive. How can an elder in their family have passed away three or four years ago?" David nodded, equally puzzled. "You're right. His parents are still alive. The person who passed away at that time was the elderly patriarch of their family. He left a substantial inheritance to his grandchildren, and it involved their family's equity, making the situation quite severe."

He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear. His hair was black and his body was all defined. The image of him without a blouse, as he stood, would not leave my mind anytime soon. His face was serious, making me bite my lips. I, with no shame in admitting it, prefer the villains. But of course this is in my blood, since I come from a family of gangsters. The fruit never falls far from the tree, and that is a fact. I wake up from my impure thoughts as soon as the god gets inside the car and I start to follow my real target. Again I stop in front of the nightclub he frequents and he meets up with some friends in front of the place.

“I need to. For the file.” Koda jumped up, grabbing her hand. “Come on! I’ll show you where my bear chair gonna go!” We followed him out, the sun dipping low behind the clubhouse. Wolf led us down the gravel path toward the back of the property. The house stood quiet, still empty, but full of promise. Inside, the air smelled like dust and cedar. Koda ran ahead, pointing out corners and doorways like he’d lived there forever. “This is my room,” he said proudly. “And Jace gets the one next to mine. But he can come in if he has bad dreams.”

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

“Behave. Or the pups get collared.” She let them lead her inside, one child’s hand in each of hers. The interior was all dark luxury,black marble, leather, the heavy scent of alpha musk that made her knees want to buckle despite everything. Kael’s scent. Stronger than she remembered. Richer. Hungrier. They were marched into a massive living room dominated by a stone fireplace. And there he was. Kael Voss.

I left that painful life behind, why must it haunt me now? I need a solution. My children can and will never taste poverty. Especially not my precious Minnie. I need to think if something... And my husband isn't helping matters. Speaking of my husband, where is he? He's always staying out late lately.... mr Dickson (mrs Carol's husband's pov: I came inbetween her legs grinning while she looked at me biting her lip. We must settle this tonight, I've planned on having my s-xy P.A tonight.

“I live in an estate. It belongs to my parents. There are several unoccupied houses you and Jacob could take.” “We’re not even working yet, and you’ve made us quite special. I feel so impressed.” “Just one thing, though. No acting like we fucked in front of the men. I don’t want them disrespecting me.” “Sure, mama. Business is business, and it’s separate from our personal lives. I understand these things.” “Can we please leave?” Zypher asked, coming into the living room. She looked green and a second away from throwing up. “I can never unsee what’s going on in that room.”

I remove her hands that is holding me down before I turn away. "But you need to listen to me," The woman slide her coat back and said, "I am the queen. Queen Monica. I am listening to your conversation with Lizzy awhile ago and I know how desperate my Husband could be just to save his empire, which is why I needed to really talk to you ." The woman pulled at my hands again before she continue, "I am the reason why you are there that night. I am the one who sent you the invitation. I know the history between you and my grandson which is why I did this. My Husband, Henry, cannot wait for another year. He wanted to see his legacy to continue and to do so, his heir must take over the throne..."

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

He looked ready to kill me. "Dad, she has all the rights to come here anytime. It's my house." Sébastien interrupted his father while Mrs. Blackwood looked puzzled and helpless. I had seen her struggling between her husband and her son. "Why did you hide our grandson from us? You had no right to take away the Blackwood heir. He is ours." Mr. Blackwood said authoritatively. "Really?" I said with crossed arms. "Do not test my patience, Ms. Montgomery." He warned me.