Novel & Cerita Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs

The mansion I found her in front of, belonged to a man named Ryan Blackwood. A billionaire and CEO. The face of The Blackridge Penthouse. My hand clenched around the edge of the desk. Of course. Blackridge. The same penthouse that had been clawing at my company’s reputation for years… stealing clients, manipulating investors, and playing dirty in ways that had nearly put us under once. And now, the bastard’s name had crossed into my world again. He hurt her. I could feel the beast inside me grow restless, pacing, snarling, ready to destroy something.

Only now, it didn’t look broken. Without thinking, he grabbed his keys. It was just past sunset when the black car rolled up the long driveway. Luca appeared at my side instantly. “Uninvited guest,” he murmured. “Adrian Blackwood.” My stomach twisted. “Let him in.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” When the doors opened, Adrian stepped out. He looked stunned by the size of the estate…by the guards, the gates, the quiet power that surrounded it. “Evelyn,” he said slowly. “So it’s true. You’re a Hartman.”

"The Trust has issued an emergency directive, Dante. Given the uncertainty surrounding the heirs' welfare and the lack of a stable household—" ​"The household is perfectly stable," Dante interrupted. He gestured to Bella. "I assume you’ve seen the wires. My wife and I have finalized the integration of the heirs into the primary Blackwood residence. The 'uncertainty' you’re referring to has been resolved by a marriage license." ​Sterling looked at Bella, his eyes narrowing. He was a veteran of the Blackwood wars, a man who had seen Silas crush dozens of opponents. "A marriage of convenience, no doubt. The timing is... curious."

Sophie's POV I gripped the strap of my duffel bag tighter as the black Escalade drove through the hefty iron gates of the Blackthorn estate. Silverpine Ridge stretched behind us like something out of a book, very tall pines covered in thick mist, the distant lashing of waterfalls somewhere making some noise. The mansion was ahead of us, covered with dark glass and heavy timber, looking more like a fortress than someone's home. “Welcome to your new home, sweetheart,” Victor Blackthorn said from the driver’s seat. He happened to be my mother’s husband of only three months. The man who had appeared right after her funeral and promised me a life of stability, one that I never even asked for.

I asked Samuel, nodding toward the heavy double doors where I knew Alpha Ronan Blackridge was likely waiting for a sit-rep on the Silas Crowe case. Samuel looked startled. "Alpha Blackridge? Jack, I’ve agreed you’re the best healer we’ve got, but bringing the Blackridge Alpha into the Quinn Family House is like throwing a lit match into a room full of gunpowder. I thought you two were only meeting for the first time at the wedding next month."

Steven and I own this estate and we planned to start our families here someday. This estate is called the TERROR estate and this particular mansion is my own part of the estate, it's called Clyde, the mansion in white on the right belongs to Steven and it's called Bonnie." Kevin explained, Crimson was stunned. "Since when did you plan this? You were married some years ago why didn't you bring your former wife here then? And why is my brother buying a house in an estate to state a family he's not married!" Crimson was still confused.

Black said in a way to casual way " Don't be scared that guy had it coming to him he stole some merchandise from my son and he just took care of it. Come along I'll introduce you two then you can settle in before dinner." I reluctantly followed Mr. Black inside the house because one I din't want to stay outside as it began pouring rain and the men with the guns scared the shit out of me. So I walked inside and a gasp left me. The house was huge inside the front door opened up in a big living room with a L-shape couch and some arm chairs around the room a huge tv against the white walls. On one side was glass doors that led outside onto a deck.

She understands the gravity of the situation and remains steadfast by her husband's side, offering silent support. “I can’t stay calm, Miranda. I don’t know what is going on - my son spent the night in the hospital and the other one is nowhere to be found. There is a maid who is vanished within a single night!” his voice seems distressed as he exclaims. Terry, the elder and legal heir of the Nashville family, occupies a nearby seat, his demeanor reflecting a mix of impatience and annoyance. “What is taking so long for Blackwood to find her?” out of the blue, he mutters under his breath and his mother seems to give him one astonishing look. Why is he bothered about a maid being vanished? His

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.