Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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."

Carlos asks in his broke English and we do indeed start. Documents are exchanged, explanations and commitments are made by each side, the official translator from Spanish and English doing a hell of a good job to keep things simple and relay the details to each party. Katerina is to be the sole heir to the estate, Pedro’s accounts and businesses, except for half of the main house, a small trust fond in my name and some small piece of land that directly goes to the local school.

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.

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.

Dominic’s voice became dangerously quiet. “Where?” Alvin looked at the countdown. 03:12 “We don’t have time.” “Where?” “Blackridge.” Marcus immediately shook his head. “No.” I looked at him. “What is Blackridge?” “An abandoned psychiatric hospital.” My stomach tightened. “Why would Ethan be there?” “Because it wasn’t a hospital,” Marcus said. “It was another Rebirth facility.” Dominic immediately turned toward the door. “Then we’re going.” I followed him. “Ashley.”

Neither did anyone else. The search had become an old matter. The family had stopped asking questions. Blackridge had found something they believed was far more important. An heir. A future. A strong Luna. As the celebration continued into the night, laughter filled the great hall. No one noticed how quickly time was passing. No one questioned what tomorrow might bring tonight. They were simply too happy. Too certain that everything was finally falling into place. And none of them had any idea what awaited them in the coming days.