Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Romane & Geschichten

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

“He’ll be here within the hour.” “Then we wait inside,” the man says. “I won’t have pack business discussed in the driveway like common wolves.” He turns and walks into the mansion and everyone follows like he’s got them on invisible strings and I’m left standing there until Kade touches my elbow gently. “That’s Elder Blackwood, Rhys’s father.”

At the front door, Duke looked at his family assembled on the porch—JJ, Emma, Valentina, Grace in her carrier—and stopped. "What?" Valentina asked. "Nothing." He shook his head. "Just looking." "We're going to get cold." "One more second." He looked. Really looked. The house they'd bought when it became clear they needed more space. The porch Axel had helped fix last summer. His wife who'd built a business and a life and loved his children—all of them—without reservation. His son in cleats still because he'd come straight from school. His oldest daughter who'd been an accident of timing and had become everything. And in the carrier, brand new, a person who didn't know yet what she'd been bor

"Humans still aren't ready to know the truth." "No." "They probably never will be." Silence settled comfortably between us again. This time... It wasn't filled with fear. It was filled with possibility. Raven opened a real estate app and began scrolling. "Okay." She looked up with a determined smile. "Let's find you a house." "A small one." "Obviously." "Close to the woods." "Naturally." "Enough land for a pup to run." She nodded. "Close enough to town to walk." "Good schools."

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back to me. — I am under your orders, your highness, please follow me. — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking features. If I were to describe her I would say that she was one of the many who is also strung by the castle to show the power of the king.

merely a part of the floor show, and is it all a trap for me, as well? "Is something wrong?" Zahaynei asked him. "No. Nothing. But I don't understand," Blackridge went on, deterring him. "Why arrest this man?" "Look at him, Adrien," Zahaynei instructed him, directing his gaze. "Can't you see? He looks like Casper's ghost." "He does, doesn't he? The spit and image of his father," Blackridge said, easing his grip. He looked to Zahaynei. "You really think this is the heir, then?"

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.

“Bodie, can you stop by?” He nodded before answering his dad. “Sure. What time would you like me?” “The sooner the better,” said Duke with a hint of grimness in his tone. That was enough to catch Bodie’s attention, and he stood up, already reaching for the phone. “I’ll be there in a few minutes then.” It didn’t take long to drive the few miles to his parents’ house. They had a large ranch on the outskirts of Northstar, and their main house also served as the pack house for various functions.

twenty-five acres of land with a massive five stories mansion built at the center surrounded by concrete fences with guards. Three years ago, when Ethan Hawke got chosen out of hundred men applying to be a servant in the house of Harrison Rider, one of the most powerful business tycoons in the country, he thought this was going to be a piece of heaven because the pay being offered was incredible, ten times better than what he could make at his old job and more, plus free meals and living quarter.