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He looks to innocent, to naive to be disloyal to me. Still I sent him down there, just to be sure. I am still on in my thoughts when there is another knock on the door. It sounds urgent and heavy. “Come in” I say again. The door is open and Marcus stands by. Dragging a white singlet over his head as he stands in front of me. He looks out of breath and sweaty, like he has been running. He doesn’t speak immediately, just waits for permission. “I have a lead on the black mail sir”

A low, thunderous growl. Marcus.

Marcus followed Sienna till she got back to the mansion drunk and wasted from the party she had talked about earlier in the day. Later that evening, he dropped everything he had discovered onto his desk; trying to pieces everything together before he presented it to Alpha Sebastian. “Wait a moment, is this what I think it is?” Marcus mumbled as he checked the things he had written that day. “I would send a picture to you right now, help me identify what position the man holds in the Black Moon Pack” Marcus said to the person at the other end of the call. “I would send the full details to you” The person responded before Marcus ended the call.

He let our child die. In this life, he thought he'd found something better. A perfect mate. A perfect child. But it was all a lie. "Marcus Blackwood," I said. My voice cut through his mumbling. He looked up at me. "Do you understand now?" I stepped closer. My heels clicked on the marble. "Who is the real waste here?" His face crumpled. Like a child about to cry. Scarlett was still on the floor. She crawled toward Marcus on her hands and knees.

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.

I called them the Sinister Six. Jason Stokes was the leader. Tall, good-looking, green eyes, messy black hair. He treated everyone like trash unless you were attractive enough to matter. He had a scar on his shoulder from a party fight—at least that was the story. The story changed every time, so maybe he just cut himself making a sandwich. Either way, intelligence wasn’t his strength.

Uncle Marcus. Well, not really my uncle — he was my father’s best friend since college. Tall, broad-shouldered, and imposingly handsome at forty-five, Marcus Black had always been larger than life. He owned several successful businesses and carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who commanded any room he entered. His dark hair now had a few silver streaks at the temples, and his sharp jawline was shadowed with stubble that made him look even more distinguished. “Emma,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the chatter as his eyes met mine. A slow smile spread across his face. “Look at you. All grown up.”

Black The Origin Chapter 3: Purpose Having direct eye contact with his father's familiar green determined eyes. Alkhun evaporating black smoke, slowly coming back from him. "Violence is not the only Resolve," Kepler said staring at his youngest son, who is currently at 10 years of age. Then he switched his gaze to his oldest don, Marlo. Marlo Berhalksawn, Daughter of Arzar. A 20 years old child, and the most deserving to the seat.

One of his men informed him, which made Ethan frown. “Go, and call him,” Ethan ordered. “It looks like your son doesn’t want to come with us.” Mariko snorted. “We should move now before Lincoln knows our plan,” Mariko suggested. “Wait for me!” Marcus called when he noticed that everyone was living. They saw Marcus walking in their direction, wearing a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt underneath. Mariko seemed to be in a daze while looking at the handsome guy, wearing a stoic look on his face. She didn’t even notice that her mouth was agape.