Novel & Cerita Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs

"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."

Riley said. Vivian slid her phone across the table. On the screen was a scanned document—a contract between Kael Vance Enterprises and a company called Blackridge Capital, based in the Cayman Islands. The amount was staggering: fifty million dollars, earmarked for "mineral extraction and infrastructure development in the northern highlands."

Lia said sounding sarcastic. Ethan immediately frowned at the way he spoke to Mildred. He saw the raised eyebrows of the two at each other. "Um," Ethan cleared his throat and came a little closer to the two. "Of course, this belongs to your parents' house..." Mildred came to Ethan and hugged his arm. "Anyway. Tito-Dad is expecting you to come home. I think he'll be happy to see you tonight, Lia. But first, By the way. I would like you to meet my Boyfriend, Ethan Lopez. He's not trespassing nor a thief-" Mildred turned to Ethan. "She's Lia, my stepsister. I'm sorry for the kind of behavior she has, alright?" Mildred introduced Lia and Ethan.

“Forever was never on my list. I was hoping for tonight.” Damien stepped closer. “Can the house be sealed again?” Kael looked at him then. Slowly. “By Thorncroft blood?” Damien’s face hardened. The air sharpened. I stepped between them before either man could become insufferable with weapons. “No. Absolutely not. We are not doing ancient male aggression in my foyer.” “This is not your foyer anymore,” Kael said. My head turned toward him. He smiled faintly. Wrong answer. “This is my mother’s house,” I said. “My room. My blood under the floor. My childhood trauma in every wall. So until the house itself files paperwork, it is mine.”

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.

Athena Blackstone pov Standing there in the foyer I glanced over at the interior of his home and swallowed nervously. It was the largest house that I had ever been in, and I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Let me give you a quick tour before I show you to your room. I have housekeepers that come in the morning and leave after dinner. They are a mother-and-daughter pair. Henry is the mom, and Sally is the daughter. Henry's husband, Dwayne, is my chef. I will introduce you to them in the morning,” he informed me, and I laughed.

“There are fragments in my memory. Places. Instructions. The name of a town.” Maya raised an eyebrow. “You just ‘remember’ a town?” He nodded slowly. “A place called Blackridge. Does that sound familiar?” Adrian’s brow furrowed. “Blackridge was one of my mother’s shell corporations. It shut down before I was born.” Elias tilted his head slightly. “Are you sure?” Adrian hesitated. “No.” And that silence — that single uncertain word — was enough. Maya grabbed her jacket. “Then that’s where we start.”

Alaric looked around too. And then— understanding crossed his face. Oh. Gods. Eleanor looked at him sharply. “What?” His expression had gone strangely unreadable. “The upper east wing used to house the families.” Silence. Then: “What families?” The mountain pulsed softly around them. The answer arrived before Alaric could speak. Blackwood heirs. Blackwood brides. Children. The realization hollowed her chest instantly. There had once been life here. Not merely survival. Not merely grief.

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.