Marcus Blackwood Novels & Stories

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Noticing Marcus on my heels tensing beside me, I followed his gaze; my jaw locked, feeling my teeth grind fiercely. "Who the fuck does he think he is!" Rage hissed in my head; we were already storming toward the tall, dark-haired male who stood reassuring the mayor. As we approached, his dark features shimmered with excitement—Shrugging Marcus' grip off my shoulder, interjecting myself into their conversation, my large body squared up to his lean athletic form; most would have stepped back from my intimidating aura- he just smirked looking at me as if I was some amusing fool. "You smug bastard Blackwood! You have some nerve turning up here! Haven't you caused enough damage!" I growled, strug

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

With a swift motion, she downed the whiskey, her eyes never leaving the crowd. That's when she spotted him – Marcus Blackwood, resplendent in a dark green tuxedo that accentuated his still-handsome features. Even in his old age, he exuded an air of shrewdness and power. Emilia's gaze locked onto him, her eyes cold and calculating. She held her glass seductively, her fingers caressing the rim as she watched him chat with a man who looked like a business associate.

86 SPENCER FLASHBACK The grand hall of the Blackwood clan was filled with tension as I faced the royal family, their expressions a mix of curiosity and unease. The dim light from the ornate chandeliers cast long shadows, highlighting the seriousness of our meeting. I could feel my heart racing, knowing the weight of what I was about to reveal. I took a deep breath, ready to expose the truth about Marcus. “Thank you for gathering here,” I started, trying to steady my voice. “I have urgent news about Marcus and his plans. What I’m about to share is crucial for the future of our realms.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit.” I shook his hand, feeling slightly self-conscious in Damien’s shirt. “All good things, I hope?” Marcus’s lips twitched with dry amusement. “Mostly. Though I must admit, when Mr. Blackwood told me he was seeing Richard Holt’s daughter, my first reaction was to prepare contingency plans.” Damien chuckled darkly as he poured himself a coffee, then pulled me against his side with one arm. “Marcus has been trying to talk me out of this since the rooftop night at Eclipse. He thinks I’m playing with fire.”

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Marcus frowned, his eyes narrowing, “What else could she want? She used you, Kaidon. After all, she took my money and said she was going to leave you.” I shook my head slowly, a sardonic smile tugging at my lips, “You really don’t see it, do you? You, Marcus BlackWood, the man who prides himself on seeing through everyone, you don’t even realize you’ve been scammed.” His brows furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

Marcus. "You don't look too happy, Mr. Marcus. Care to share why?" All eyes turned to the man with a protruding belly and receding hairline. Mr. Marcus laughed nervously again. "No, no, Master Blackwood. I..i'm elated! Truly happy. Ha ha. I'm just shocked as to how you did this without notifying the board of directors first. It seems quite unfair, don't you think?" He pointed out, glancing around the table for supportive eyes. Finding none, he gulped, adjusted his collar again and continued. "You're truly a great strategist, Master Blackwood. K... kudos to you!."

"You killed her." Her eyes went wide. She didn't deny it. She just pulled me deeper, her nails carving red furrows down my back. "She deserved it. She was going to sell us both." I came with a shout that felt like a curse. I collapsed on top of her, the weight of the lie pressing us into the bed. We lay there, tangled and wet, our breath coming in ragged stabs. The locks on the door groaned. Marcus Blackwood walked in. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a leather jacket, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked at the cameras, then at us. He smiled. It was a shark’s grin.