Naked The Blackstone Affair Novels & Stories

The woman was an angel in disguise and he didn't care what his grandfather or anyone said, he didn't care about the kind of scandal he created he just wanted to be with her. "I'm sorry, I have a lot of things on my mind," Dante apologized. They all chuckled. "We've seen the news, Dante. We know you're getting married soon." Dante furrowed his brows. "What news?" One of them produced a newspaper that had a picture of him and Natalie and just like she had said the headline printed in bold letters was: THE NANNY AFFAIR. "We understand that you might be worried about a scandal but we want you to understand that we've got your back."

Dated 3 weeks ago. He put the file back and looked at Elena. Adrian said, “Look deeper.” Two words. He turned and walked out. Elena stood there for a long time. --- *Saturday | 8:00am | Looking Deeper* Elena called Derek. Elena said, “Pull everything on Blackstone. Who owns it. Who paid them in the last 90 days.” By 11am they had it. Blackstone was owned by Marcus Hale. Marcus Hale got a 400k payment 3 weeks ago from _Harrow Holdings LLC_.

I didn't feel like I had to explain it or apologize for it anymore, it was just a natural part of me now. The news was everything we had wanted it to be. The headlines were perfect - "Vane Heiress Marries Duval Tycoon in Private Geneva Ceremony" and "Vane-Duval Marriage Set to Change the Face of European Finance". But what was really interesting was what they didn't say. Not a single article mentioned Lysander Blackwood. He had said it would work, that his name would be enough to keep people from looking too closely, and it seemed he was right. The wall he had built was high and strong, and no one was even thinking about what might be hiding behind it.

Her account exploded with millions of views. Every new video she posted was met with a flood of comments, an overwhelming tide of vicious curses calling for me to be skinned alive. Elder Kael slammed his tablet onto the conference table. "Raven! Look at this!" The screen showed the Blackstone Group's stock from the previous night, a sheer, blood-red line plunging in a freefall. "One night! You couldn't keep it in your pants for one night, and now every Pack in the nation is laughing at us! The Blackstone name, a three-hundred-year legacy, ruined by you in a single day!"

“Be serious for once.” “Okay, okay, calm down,” he caught my hands in between fits of laughter. “What did he say?” “He wants a deal with us.” Ambrose raised his brows, “About what?” “Apparently he knows some dark secrets about Blackstone, he even told about an attempted murder on a kid and I guess they're more too.” I replied, staring keenly at Ambrose who had an unreadable look on his face. “Attempted murder… interesting.” “Yeah interesting indeed,I cannot but wonder how many more secrets they've buried.” I said and he sighed. “He has come to investigate deeper and since we're on blackstone as well and we don't have any allies so he said why not join forces with him.”

Lena said. "I know. I got held up." He dropped into the armchair and leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard something on my way out of the office. About the Blackstone thing." I kept my face neutral. "What about it?" "Someone in procurement said Elias Blackstone was at another charity event last night. He's still asking about that woman. The one with dark hair. But get this—he's not just showing a description anymore. He's got a private investigator now. Someone on retainer, digging through hotel records and employee files." Michael shook his head. "Whoever she is, he's not giving up. It's been months."

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”

“We’re exposing a criminal.” Mason looked around wildly. “You’re all being manipulated he’s lying Adrian doesn’t understand what’s ” “The only thing I don’t understand,” I said, “is why you thought you could get away with this.” His mouth opened and closed like he couldn’t find air. Reporters yelled: “Mr. Blackthorne, what charges will be filed?” “Adrian, are you pressing legal action?” “Mason, do you deny opening the Cayman account?” “Is this an internal war?”

I was just the girl sitting in a cramped dorm room, the ceiling light buzzing weakly above me, wrapped in the same hoodie I’d thrown on after class. “Play it again,” I whispered, though no one was there to hear. My thumb trembled as I turned the volume up. The anchor’s voice poured from the tiny screen, calm but cruel, slicing through me with every word. “In a shocking press conference earlier today, billionaire heir Alexander Stone and finance Victoria Blackwell addressed the rumors of an alleged affair and pregnancy. Stone strongly denied the claims, calling them, quote, a desperate attempt at financial extortion.” The clip rolled, and there he was again ,Alex. My Alex.

It had been one of our first real victories, a conflict that could have escalated into open warfare resolved through cautious mediation and subtle emotional manipulation. "That was different. The stakes were lower then." "Were they? Three werewolves pack and day-walking vampires could have been in a fight. How is this familiar to what Nathaniel is doing in Charleston?" I do not get a chance to answer before a commotion at the front of the house has us turning. Shouting voices, the sound of someone pounding for admittance. "The Blackstone pack," Jonathan says grimly. "And they're very furious." We move towards the front hall, but I can already feel what's happening with my senses. The Blackst