Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

The billionaires heirs Third-person POV Ashley looked around her bedroom, sighing. Her things were packed in brown cardboard boxes sealed with the brown parcel tape she had bought a week before. Her head was still trying to process what had happened the past couple of weeks. The kids are excited to move to Adrian's house, the one they shared when they first got married. Ashley told Adrian after the wedding that if they were to move, they could move back to their old home because she wanted to be near her parents and siblings these final few months. Adrian agreed without hesitation. Ashley wanted one last look at the house where she raised her children. Alone. The house held so many amazing m

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

Mara stepped forward carefully. “There’s one more issue.” All eyes turned to her. “Blackridge Advisory transferred significant capital this morning.” Maxwell’s eyes narrowed. “To where?” Mara hesitated. “To a controlling trust.” “Under whose name?” Amelia asked. Mara’s voice was steady. “The unborn heirs of Reynolds-Blackridge.” Silence detonated. Maxwell’s head snapped toward Samuel. “You involved the twins?” Samuel’s expression didn’t change. “They are the only untainted successors.” Amelia stepped back.

he said coldly. ​Dizer looked at him. "Where?" ​Adrian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he drew a slow, steady breath before speaking. "It belongs to the Hawthorne family." ​Shadows and Secrets ​At the Shank Mansion, Camille paced nervously around her bedroom until her phone suddenly vibrated. She answered immediately. "Well?" ​The man on the other end chuckled darkly. "You wanted Blackridge slowed down. I've already made the first move." ​Camille lowered her voice to a whisper. "What did you do?"

He decided to play along with her little charade and get the answers that he wanted later on. Madison held up her finger and took a drink of her water. “I thought we were all heading back over to your house afterward, that’s what Jacob said.” Zach shrugged his shoulders and took a big bite of his burger. He held it in front of Emily’s mouth to see if she wanted a bite, but she shook her head no and pushed his hand away. He swallowed the bite, then turned toward Madison. “I don’t know. I think our dad will be home by then. He sent all of us a text last night about being back this weekend. Maybe Jacob didn’t check his messages yet.” He knew that everyone coming over if the alpha was back would

"Just what we need, an audience for this disaster." The main house appeared around the final bend, a sprawling timber and stone structure that dominated the central clearing. Three stories of rustic elegance with wraparound porches and large windows, it had been home to generations of Blackwood Alphas. Standing on the front steps, waiting with the unmistakable authority of his position, was Marcus Blackwood.

"What is the meaning of this?" His words rang hollow, defiant only in tone. My grandfather didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he looked at me. And then, with a voice that had commanded armies and brokered peace between Alphas, he declared: "Let me reintroduce you to my granddaughter—the rightful heir to the Blackridge legacy." A beat of silence. Then— Crash. A wine glass exploded against the marble. Kiera gasped. Sara looked like she’d been struck. Asher’s grip on the table whitened his knuckles.

"Your father has shared some very concerning information with me about your condition. As the host of this event, I must ask that you leave quietly before you cause a scene." "I'm not causing a scene! And Mr. Augustus, you are not the host of this event. My husband is." "What did you say?" "I said and I repeat Damien Blackwood, my husband, is the host of this event. Not you." "How dare you!" Augustus raised his hand as if he were about to slap me. My father grabbed his wrist. Augustus glared at him but pulled his hand back. "Sister, Daddy, and I have missed you. Even Mummy does. Please come back home," Marianne cried out, reaching for my hands.

Victor said as the doors slid open. The floor was chaotic. Aides were scurrying with documents, and the air was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive espresso. But as Victor stepped out, the floor went silent. "Mr. Sterling," a lead attorney approached, his face ashen. "The Blackwood representatives have arrived. They’re in the main boardroom. And... they brought a guest." Victor’s eyes narrowed. "Who?" "Alpha Ryder Blackwood himself," the attorney whispered. "And a woman he claims is the 'true' Ashford heiress."

He hands me a cold beer from a cooler that sits beside his seat. “So, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?” I ask as I unscrew my beer and take a sip. He smiles, doing the same before he answers me. “I think we have a mutual enemy” I narrow my eyes at him, then raise a brow at him. Again he smiles, there is something unnatural about his smile, actually he gives me the creeps. “Clayton Blackridge, he seems to be mated to my granddaughter. I don’t know how much you actually know about Enyo or Opal Moon?” I decided to pick my words carefully.