Mrs Blackwood Novels & Stories

Background noise echoed behind her—heavy footsteps, drawers slamming, and the terrified, muffled crying of a child. My stomach dropped. "What's going on? Where is Chloe?" "Mr. Blackwood is here," she stammered, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "He just returned from somewhere, He's tearing through the east wing, Mrs. Blackwood. He’s emptying the private safe in your dressing room and pulling all the medical records from the filing vault! When Chloe ran to hug him, he didn't even look at herhe just ordered his security to pack her overnight bags. He's turning this entire house upside down!"

Mum looks over her shoulder at me. "What?" I don't answer. Because I'm too busy listening. Alex says something I don't catch. Then that voice again. Dry. Irritated. "An hour. That was the deal." My entire body goes cold. Oh, no. Again. I repeat, No. Fucking. way. I move past Mom before she can stop me and push the dining room door open. Roman. Blackwood is sitting at the table. For one second, everything goes completely still.

Try me. Helena’s jaw dropped in horror. Her face drained of all color, her hands trembling as she clutched her coat, thoroughly silenced by the monster she had awakened in her own son. Isla shrank behind her, weeping silently in terror. I turned my back on both of them, my heart hammering a brutal, painful rhythm against my chest as I looked back at Dr. Harrison. Dr. Harrison stepped forward, his hand resting gently on my shaking shoulder. "Mr. Blackwell... you need to go now. We have to prepare the room."

Lucian led a group of Quorum members in black suits into the Blackwood estate. The Blackwood guards didn't even have time to resist. They were all taken down instantly! When Mrs. Blackwood saw Lucian arrive with his men, her face filled with fear. But she still managed to keep a sliver of reason. "Mrs. Blackwood, please step aside," Miles said, cold but polite. "Leader of the Quorum, please spare my son! No matter how much money you want, I won't even blink!" she begged desperately. "This isn't about money!" Miles knocked her unconscious.

“And I decided I’ll start with you.” Mrs. Blackwood finally finds her voice again. “How dare you speak to me like that?” Her expression becomes smug again. “Well,” she adds, “at least something good came from this scandal.” I wait. She smiles cruelly. “Seeing everyone withdraw their investments from Carter Holdings.” Her voice drips with satisfaction. “Your company is collapsing.” She steps closer. “You should thank me.” I remain silent. But she continues. “Actually,” she adds with a cruel laugh, “you should thank God I didn’t mention your mother.”

She turned toward him. “Then why are you afraid?” He pulled a small pistol from his jacket. “Because they're not here to protect you.” --- Across the city, Damien stood in front of the mansion's security monitors. One of the guards approached him. “Sir, Mrs. Blackwood is missing.” Damien turned sharply. “What?” “She left through the servants' entrance. We lost her location near the old Sinclair residence.” Damien grabbed his jacket. “Get the cars ready.” “Sir, should we contact the police?”

Something dark weighed on my chest, refusing to lift. "Eric, this is your last chance," I thought—but he still walked away. The woman's miserable sobs echoed, and Eric flustered so badly that he forgot to lower the volume on his phone. He pulled on his coat and stepped outside. "Don't be afraid. Lock the door. I'll be there soon," he said gently. The old wooden door creaked, then everything went quiet. I found myself tapping on Susan's channel labelled "Sue's Love Diary".

“She is a sweet girl. She asked me if I like ice cream. I told her yes, and she said we should have some together. But I keep thinking about my mom. She warned me about families like yours. Powerful people who take everything.” Damian stepped even closer. “Your mom had reasons to be angry. Some deals were too hard. I looked into it after we signed the papers. There were mistakes made. But I didn’t know the details back then. I was busy with my own losses.” Before I could reply, the doorbell rang. Security voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Blackwood, your mother is here. She says it’s urgent.” Damian’s face hardened. “Stay here.” But I followed him anyway. In the living room stood an eleg

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

I remembered that day clearly, because I came back to the Harnes mansion when my mother was diagnosed, begging and pleading with him to send aid for her urgent treatment. But then, he called the security to throw me out along with Vivian like I was trash. My entire body froze as I read the headline. “MARIA BLACKWOOD WAS REPORTED TO HAVE COLLAPSED AT HER CONFINEMENT AFTER HER VISIT FROM ROBERT HARNES. SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY RUSHED TO THE MEDICAL FACILITY WHERE SHE RECEIVED URGENT TREATMENT.”