Mrs Blackwood Novels & Stories

Zayne smirked faintly at me, at my unwavering posture and glanced back at Cassandra who was pale with a challenging look. “Does Mrs. Nightwood make herself clear?" She looked from Zayne to me, as. She turned on her heel and hurried away, her heels clicking on the pavement, afraid of the further interaction. Zayne turned to me instantly, his hands cupping my face, "What did she say?" My impishness turned to him as I traced my index finger on his sharp jawline. “She said Mr. Nightwood is a very bad company.” He played along, kissing my fingertip.

Why had Leonardo explaining himself made me feel… better? I pushed open the hallway leading toward the maid quarters— Then slowed as I heard Clarisse's voice. “…I’m telling you,” Clarisse said quietly to another maid. “Miss Natalia will become Mrs. Blackwood eventually.” The maid looked uncertain. “But Mr. Blackwood—” “Madam Blackwood loves her,” Clarisse interrupted smoothly. “And she doesn’t want another woman for him.” My stomach dropped. Clarisse lowered her voice further. “It’s only a matter of time.”

“Mr. Blackwood, can I speak with you and the family outside for a moment?” I glanced at Betty, she was watching me with tired eyes. “I'll be right back,” I told her and she nodded. I followed the doctor outside, where Marcus, Eleanor, and my parents were waiting. The doctor's expression immediately made me uneasy. “Is something wrong?” Marcus asked. “She woke up, but there is something we need to discuss.” The doctor replied. Everyone became quiet. The doctor continued “Mrs. Blackwood has suffered a significant concussion from the accident. Though her physical condition is improving, we've noticed something concerning.”

I murmured. “You’ll be fine,” he said, low enough that only I could hear it. We separated almost immediately, the way these things worked, Damien pulled into a conversation with two men who clearly wanted something from him, me left to navigate the room alone for a stretch. I found a glass of champagne I had no intention of drinking and stood near a pillar pretending to be fascinated by the centerpiece arrangement. “Mrs. Blackwood.” A woman approached, mid fifties, the kind of confidence that came from decades of working rooms exactly like this one. “I don’t think we’ve met properly.”

“Such a beautiful sight I can rest easy now and enjoy my grave.” “You’re not dying anytime soon, sir,” the secretary muttered. “Oh, hush,” Mr. Blackwood said with a wave of his hand. “Someone get a picture.” A phone was passed forward as the flash went off once then again. “Let them sleep,” Mr. Blackwood said finally. “We shouldn’t disturb them.”he said, And after a while the door closed softly behind them. The moment the sound settled, Irene bolted upright, scrambling away like she’d been burned.

CHAPTER 28 A slight frown appeared on Tammie's face as a shiver ran down her spine. She took slow strides towards Sandros and stared at him, her sharp gaze piercing through his skin, “I am Mrs Blackwood.” she replied, her voice soft, but strong. Sandros' appearance was intimidating, but Tammie wasn't weak as well. Both of them stared at each other for a few more seconds before Tammie asked, “Have I met you somewhere?”

It was then I noticed the security man. “And who might it be you’re looking for?” I stared at the security man in utter shock. “Since when does the security stop… me?” “I need to see Curtis.” I said with a glare in my eye. “And do you have an appointment with Mr Blackwood, ma’am?” Ma’am? What happened to Mrs Blackwood? “I’m his wife,” I snapped, “I don't need an appointment, let me through.” He looked at me with a bored look on his face, like he could care less.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

she admitted, Before I could ask more, there was a sudden knock at the door. Mom immediately froze. I turned toward the door, my stomach tightening. She gripped the counter like she needed it to hold her up, her face going pale. I hesitated before walking over, every instinct screaming at me that something was wrong. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. There he was— Mr. Blackwood. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, hair perfectly styled, and a pleasant smile on his face. He looked calm. Like he hadn’t spent the night worrying about his wife at all.

Puzzled by what to do, she announces her presence. "Hello !, Mr Black!". She announced as she walks slowly to where the sounds were coming from, hoping the people stop before she got close. The moans only got louder the more steps she took and the sound of body clapping soon joined in. Grace was distraught as to why she was sent here even though they were having sex, or was it porn?, she couldn't tell. She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl.