Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs の小説・ストーリー

"With us, with the packs, with everything?" Brent sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Now we rebuild. The Blackthorne lands and assets have been held in trust since your parents' deaths. As the confirmed heir, they're yours to reclaim." "Lands?" I repeated, blinking in surprise. "I have lands?" Fin chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Sweetheart, you have an entire territory. The Blackthorne Pack controlled some of the richest forestland in the region. Your parents were wealthy, Seraphina. Very wealthy."

It’s still day and there is no fire now, but soon… I don’t miss the way the two men shriek in their chairs as I raise above them, silent as a snake, and walk out of the study without saying a word. I can’t even tell them to leave my house because that’s not my house anymore. At least, not entirely. It’s still the only thing Pedro left me - to secure my future he let me co-own the house alongside that woman. How generous my dead father was with the likes of me.

Yet the Suttons persisted. The truth was simple: none of us had any desire to inherit the empire. Rowan’s passion was law. Mine was medicine. Kai lived for the stage and the roar of his fans. But now… with the possibility of a missing sister, everything had changed. If she were found, she might be the one to inherit. She might be the Harrison Heiress. I escorted Rowan and Kai to the airport, then drove straight to the Sutton estate. Malum met me at the door with his polished charm and led me into his study. Before I could sit, he barked an order across the hall.

I began to tear at the back panel, my fingers catching on the old wood. And then, I felt it. A hollow space. I pulled out a leather-bound folder. Inside were legal documents, yellowed with age, but the ink was clear. I scanned the lines, my breath stopping. It wasn't about a debt. It wasn't about charity. Henry Blackwood hadn't brought me here because I rescued him. He had brought me here because my mother—a woman I barely remembered—had been the only person who knew the truth about the Blackwood inheritance. The estate wasn't meant to go to the "strongest" son. It was meant to go to the son who could maintain the "Monroe Connection."

And now, I could finally give her the rest. The gravel crunched under the tires as we pulled up to the clubhouse. Bikes lined the front like sentries. I cut the engine and looked past the clubhouse, toward the tree line. The house sat tucked back, hidden from view unless you knew where to look. I’d built it when I became Prez, but never moved in. Didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel earned. Until now. Kat leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Why are there extra cars?” I followed her gaze. Her parents. My parents. And—yep—Sarah. Standing stiff as a board next to Hovak, who looked like he was trying not to combust.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

Iris's POV "You there yet?" "Yeah." The key worked on the first try, and I stood in the doorway for a second, with my suitcase in one hand, phone pressed to my ear in the other. "God, Chloe. It's so quiet." I looked around, the Blackridge Mansion was exactly as I remembered it, marble floors, high ceilings, the kind of house that screamed wealth. "Well no one is home," Chloe laughed through the phone. "So stop thinking and go find the pool."

Upon arriving at the Blackwood main house, it felt deserted. Not empty—but eerily quiet, in an overly orderly way. The main building stretched out, flanked by north and south wings separated by a stone garden and a long glass corridor. Not to mention the other buildings, also grandly constructed—residences of Mr. Arthur's children, grandchildren, and in-laws. "The north wing," said Damian, pointing to the shadier building. I immediately followed Damian as he headed toward the north building of the Blackwood estate. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Amira lived there. So did Lily.

I whispered as I ran my hand over the back of the couch. “Your roommate took the liberty of decorating.” I left the living room for the kitchen and was amazed at the top-of-the-line stainless steel appliances. I opened the refrigerator and gawked at the abundance of fresh fruits, vegetables, and meats. “W-who is my roommate again?” “Let’s see,” Julian said as he typed away on his phone. “Ms. Sabrina Blackwell is your roommate. Ms. Blackwell’s family is one of the wealthiest families in the country because they own multiple mineral and precious gem mines worldwide. The Blackwells are the largest producers of diamonds in the world.”

he said and I blushed hard "I think this is the reason why ladies are always around you. Every word you say sounds different" I giggled Writer's POV *A month later* It's been a month since Mitchell became the heiress of the Campbells alongside Chris who made himself known to the public as the new heir of the Rodriguez. They moved out of the mansion just a week after Mitchell became the heiress and ever since then, they've made so many profits and contributions and their businesses have continued to grow over the month.