Nina Blackwood Photo Novels & Stories

Damian tore it open and revealed a series of glossy naughty photographs. He throws them to the floor at my feet. I looked down, and the ground beneath me seemed to crumble. There I was, Eleanor Sinclair Blackwood captured in various naughty images. But the woman in those pictures wasn’t really me. She was in a hotel room, too close to another man's body, to f*cking close, smiling, resting on his shoulder. In one photo, my hand rested against his chest, caressing it; in another, our lips were almost touching each other.

Elle dissmisses her. "You're looking very beautiful, Mrs. Blackwood." Nina compliments me with a small smile before scurrying back to inform Nicholas. "Am I missing something?" I ask Elle for the last time as I don't want to embarrass myself and the Blackwood family at any cost. "No, my dear, you're perfect. Shall we go down now?" Elle assures me and helps me to find nude pumps to match the dress.

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

I shot him a glare that could freeze hell over, but he just chuckled, clearly not buying it. I rolled my eyes. "Get out, D." Fucking bastard. Nikolai's chuckles cut off like he'd been slapped, the room going dead silent. He leaned in, his voice urgent and carrying a dark hint of menace. "Got more shit to spill, Axel. It's about Nilo Blackwood. Bastard's been ghosting everyone like he dropped off the face of the earth." "Vanished?" I shot back, my brows pulling together in a tight frown, the weight of his words hitting me square in the chest.

But seeing how Nina plunges into the seat in front of me unbothered due to her black fitted off-shoulder mini dress, has me feeling a bit jealous. She crosses her legs, showing off her black high heels with a slingback decorated with little diamonds. Passing me the cigarette package, she lights her cigarette and passes me the lighter too. Nina is wearing a black mask with silver embellishments, matching her blingy shoes. Her copper-blond hair is tied up into a loose bun while I chose to wear my hair open and straightened.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

"Hell yes!" She took a few steps back, cocked a hip and rose her hands to her head in a careless pose, looking the other way. She waited for the sound of the shutter to reach her ears before turning to the side and pushing a leg behind her, planting the tip of her toes on the floor and curving her arms to allow the camera catch the side curve of her back. "Look at that ass!" Nina cheered. Her behind did look great. Staring directly at the camera, she watched Nina take the photo and beamed. She untied her shirt and went to pick up her phone.

I didn't think it through. Margaret didn't reply. She placed her phone on the table and stared ahead for a moment—toward the room bustling with laughter and light conversation and people who knew nothing of the silent war being waged beneath the surface of the Blackwood family life. Her phone vibrated again. A notification from Dr. Whitmore. 'Mrs. Blackwood, the photos you requested. There appears to be quite significant closeness between Mr. Lawson and the patient.' Margaret opened the message. First photo: Adrian standing close to Alina's bed, body slightly leaning forward.

“Only one of us can have Noah Blackwood, and that will be me.” She pulled the trigger. And everything went black.

~ EVANGELINE ~ Marty's mouth fell open. It was the audacity of her. "Excuse me, who the hell are you?" The woman turned and gave Marty a dismissive glance before her eyes landed back on me. "I'm Nadia Blackwood." She smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "Damien's sister. I guess he must not have told you anything about me." My heart started racing. "What are you doing here?" I asked just as dismissively.