Nina Blackwood Now の小説・ストーリー

"The Thorne heir..." "There is no Thorne empire for an heir to inherit!" Julian screamed. At that moment, a news alert flashed on the television in the corner of the room. A headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen in bold black letters: ELENA BLACKWOOD ASSUMES CONTROL OF BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES; ANNOUNCES TOTAL DIVESTMENT FROM THORNE GROUP. Underneath the headline was a photo of Elena. She wasn't the plain orphan anymore. She was dressed in black, standing next to Theo Sterling, looking like a woman who had just finished a war.

She said. She was right, was I just going to let everything be? "Yes," my voice was almost a whisper, and she turned to me in shock, definitely disappointed in my answer. Adrian Blackwood would never answer a thing like that but the real question is. "is Adrian Blackwood still alive?" What's left now is the media taking up the news of my downfall, and soon the whole world will know of it. How refreshing? "No," Lena shook her head, refusing to believe me. "You can't just go down this way, you need to do something," her voice breaking.

I looked toward the exit wings, but the guards were standing there, blocking any escape. “We have five thousand five hundred in the back!” the MC called out, raising his gavel. “Going once for number forty-six! Going twice—” “Twenty thousand dollars.” The deep, cold, and familiar voice cut through the roaring auditorium. The entire venue went dead silent, the laughter died, the shouting stopped. My breath trapped entirely in my throat, my eyes widening behind the mask as a terrifying jolt shot through my body. Killian Blackwood stepped out of the shadows of the front row. He wasn't wearing a mask. His handsome face was completely bare under the stage glow, his eyes fixed entirely on me. He l

"And you? Don't do anything stupid. Keep your dick in your pants. This hospital is crawling with pretty nurses and I don't trust you." I grinned at her retreating back as she disappeared toward Celine's room. Hunter raised a brow. "So... you and Blake, huh?" I shrugged. "She's not bad." A smirk tugged at my lips. "And she fucks good." Hunter groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "You're insane." ***************** We sat in silence for a while, just the sound of machines and distant footsteps echoing through the hall. Finally, I leaned forward. "The Blackwoods," I muttered. "Tonight, it all burns. Shares are already collapsing. By morning, they'll have nothing left."

Our little girl's memory lived on through Olivia's work. I followed her career closely through the pack's information networks. I relied on her studio's official account for updates about the Luna I could no longer claim. She looked radiant in the photos. Her emerald eyes sparkled with purpose and creativity. The silver streaks in her hair had faded slightly. She was healing, moving forward without me. As I browsed werewolf society news, an entertainment headline popped up: "Blackwood Pack Alpha Lucas Blackwood's Happy Day Approaching - Engagement to Former Silvercrest Luna Confirmed."

Everything I do seems to come back to her. The next day, I see it. The fucking tabloid again. There she is, Nina, standing next to her brothers at some high-profile event. She’s wearing this sleek black dress, her hair pulled back, looking like she owns the damn place. She’s smiling. Confident. She looks... free. And I’m losing my mind.

"Smart to be nervous, though. I’ve killed people for less than wasting my time." "I’m not wasting your time." I took a breath. "I’ve got info. Blackwood defenses, patrol routes, weak spots. All of it." The coin slowed. His eyes flicked up. "And why exactly are you selling out your own pack? Bad breakup? Want my job? Or is it… personal?" I hated how he said that last word. "Dane Blackwood took a mate," I said. "Some human girl called Freya Laurent." "Aww, young love," he said, fake sweet. "And that pisses you off because…?"

The Alliance Tested One evening, as Lena sat in her office reviewing the latest legal filings, her phone buzzed. It was Jessica. “We need to talk,” Jessica said, her voice tense. “I just got word from one of our sources. Blackwood’s been meeting with someone—someone high up in the network. He’s been playing both sides.” Lena felt her stomach drop. She had suspected this moment would come, but hearing it confirmed was still a shock. “I’ll handle it,” Lena said, her voice steady. She hung up and sat back in her chair, her mind racing. If Blackwood had been playing them all along, everything they had worked for could be in jeopardy.