Novelas y relatos de Mrs Blackwood

Severin Blackwood. A man she’d only heard about in sharp fragments, like broken glass, Wealthy, Ruthless, Dangerous, And for some reason, obsessed with Damian’s marriage and the Blackwood inheritance. “Ma’am?” the front desk attendant called softly. “Your pass has already been pre-approved, You can go right up.”

Then, a faint, strangled squeak came from the other end. "Ma'am? The... the Blackwood? The one you called a 'clueless pig' yesterday?" "The very one," I sighed, closing my eyes. "Handle the PR. Tell them it's a private island retreat. I'll be in touch." I hung up before she could ask the questions I didn't have answers to. I was Mrs. Blackwood. And God, I hated the sound of it. SILVA’S POV

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

Elena's POV When I returned to Blackwood Manor, the entire estate was already busy preparing for our fifth anniversary celebration. Fresh flowers were being delivered one truck after another. Workers hurried across the courtyard, hanging lights and arranging decorations. One of the housekeepers noticed me and beamed. "Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood has personally approved every detail. He said nothing less than perfect was worthy of his Donna." Another maid couldn't help chiming in. "I've worked for the Blackwoods for fifteen years. I've never seen a Don love his wife the way Mr. Blackwood loves you."

An unreadable, calm smirk split his features as he stared up at my mother, his voice carrying a strange, dark undertone that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. "After all," Adrian said, his eyes boring into Evelyn with a terrifying intensity that made her face turn entirely pale. "Old man Blackwood’s memory belongs to a lot of people in this city. Some of us have been waiting a very long time to finally address the hidden indiscretions of this family bloodline." A sudden, sharp gasp ripped through the front rows.

The voice came from the stairs, and it was not one of theirs. A slim woman in a charcoal suit stepped out of the shadows with a silver revolver held steady in her right hand and a bandage wrapped around her left wrist. Her silver hair had come out of its knot, and her cheek bore a long scratch that she had not troubled to hide, but her eyes behind the reading glasses were as cold and clear as winter ice. "Mrs. Blackwood," said Judith Mercer. "Mr. Blackwood. I am afraid I cannot let anyone leave this attic with those books."

"And sir, the billing office rang to say that Mrs. Blackwood came in this morning. She asked to see the account." Adrian rose very slowly to his feet. "She saw the payments," Marcus said quietly. "All of them. Five years. She saw whose name they were under." Adrian did not move. The ash was still on his fingertip. "She knows, sir," said Marcus. "She knows it was you."

I thought marrying my boss meant I had finally found the man who loved me. I was wrong. The moment I became Mrs. Blackwood, everything changed. The man who once made me feel like the luckiest woman alive became the same man who made me question my worth every single day. Then his beautiful “cousin” moved into our home. Suddenly, I was the barren wife who wasn’t good enough for him, while everyone treated her like she already belonged in my place. I endured it all until the night my husband went too far. That was the night I ran. I thought my best friend would be the one person left in the world I could trust. Until I saw something on her phone that made my entire world collapse for t

“I don’t think I’ll need much assistance, but I appreciate the offer.” “Of course.” Her expression remained warm. Professional. “Can I help you with anything right now?” “Yes. I need directions to the dining room.” “I’d be happy to take you there. Follow me.” We walked through corridors I’d never seen before. More portraits. More expensive art. Every turn revealed new evidence of the Blackwood family’s wealth and history. “How long have you worked here?” I asked, needing to fill the silence. “Three years, miss. The Blackwoods are good employers. Fair. Respectful.”

"I don't know what to tell you, Mrs. Chen. I'm just here to work." "Mmm." The older woman sipped her coffee, still watching. "A word of advice, Ms. Mitchell. Mr. Blackwood is brilliant, powerful, and absolutely ruthless when he wants something. He doesn't accept obstacles. He doesn't take no for an answer. And he always, always gets what he wants." "I understand." "I'm not sure you do." Mrs. Chen set down her cup. "You're young. Beautiful. Intelligent. Those are dangerous qualities to have in this house. Be very careful that you don't become something he wants."