Marcus Blackwood Novels & Stories

Marcellus regarded his brother with a frown, "You seem to despise him." "Oh, I sure as hell do. And make no mistake, the next time I lay my eyes on him I will kill him. ; ★★★★ Marcellus walked to his car at the other end of the street after departing from his rest when a lady in black biker jacket and boots approached him. Her lips were painted black, wild shade of pink hairs cascaded down her head she spotted several piercings. "Marcellus!" She hollered at him. "Who would you be?"

She had built their profiles the way she built everything, quietly and completely, without anyone knowing she had done it. The right side of the table was empty. On the north screen, the connection indicator pulsed twice, then split into three feeds. Blackwood legal representation. Two attorneys she did not recognize and one she did. Marcus Hale. Senior counsel to the Blackwood pack for eleven years. She had met him once, briefly, at a pack gathering two years ago, when he had looked through her with the careless ease of someone certain she did not matter. He looked through the camera now with the same precision, and she let him fail to see her, keeping her eyes slightly left of the screen.

Kade was on the other side, coordinating team two. He was better when he wasn’t angry. Focused. Lethal. “Supplies are secured!” Rian shouted. “Fall back!” Kade ordered. But it wasn’t that easy. Elder Marcus stepped out of the warehouse, flanked by six enforcers. “Aria Blackwood,” he said. “I hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” I stepped forward, shifting back. “Then you shouldn’t have sent rogues to poison my people.” His eyes narrowed. “You have no proof.”

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

"I also thought you should know that I have a source on the board." I look at the window. "Do you," I say. "I do," he says. "And my source told me that you have several." I am quiet. "Mrs. Blackwood," Marcus says, and his voice has the particular quality it gets when he is saying something he has been working his way toward for some time. "I have been in this company for eight years. I have watched it through two significant crises and one significant conspiracy. I have watched Lucian build it and I have watched him nearly lose it and I have watched him not lose it." He pauses. "I have also watched you, for the past six months, build something inside it that did not exist before and that is

Someone had hidden the truth for seventeen years. Victoria was moving against him now. And Gideon had vanished after Elena’s death. Too many pieces were beginning to connect. Then Marcus noticed something buried in the video’s metadata. “Wait.” He zoomed in. “There’s a reference number here.” “What does it mean?” Eliam asked. Marcus searched the old Blackwood security archives. His expression slowly changed. “This camera wasn’t located at the estate.” “Where was it?” Marcus looked at him. “Blackwood International.” Eliam went completely still.

“We’ve got company coming.” I frowned. “What company?” Before he could answer, the suite door opened and Blackwood stepped inside, towering, his presence filling the room like a shadow. He wasn’t alone. Behind him came two men in suits I didn’t recognize. Xavier’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell are they?” Blackwood’s gaze was steady. “Names are irrelevant. They’ve been embedded in Marcus’s network for years. Trusted.” I didn’t miss the faint smirk on one man’s lips when Blackwood said trusted. My stomach twisted.

Before Maya and her new allies could present their evidence to authorities, before Isabella Rodriguez could publish her exposé, before my carefully constructed campaign against Maya became evidence in a criminal case against me. I walked to my wall safely and pulled out a file I'd hoped never to use. Information about Maya's family that my private investigator had uncovered months ago, specifically, details about her mysterious uncle Marcus Blackwood, the billionaire who'd claimed to be her father before the truth came out. The man was dangerous, connected to shadowy organizations and rumored to have his fingers in government agencies most people didn't even k

Mark shook his head perturbed, making his way to the settee. "Calm down Mark! It's just she brought us the evidence...and good news from the hackers, they were able to take down the photos. We are free men!" Marlon rejoiced. I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself. I mentally patted my own back, congratulating myself. I did it again, saved their poor, miserable, always in trouble and breaking the rules arses. Mark's gaze fell on me. "I'll have your cheque ready by today evening. You've saved me big time." He said with absolute clarity.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”