Novel Patrick Kellan Black House Novels & Stories

This time, he came to destroy. --- It started with a headline. Killian had just stepped into the entrance of the shelter when he heard the buzz — biting whispers, horrified gasps. Janine rushed to him, phone outstretched, her face pale. "You need to see this," she whispered, shaking. Killian took the phone. The article stared back at him, the bold letters screaming: **"Blackwood's Dirty Secrets: From Criminal Empire to Philanthropist Fraud"** He read the words once. Then again. And again.

Then Sheldon's father, Patrick Clem, jumped in, pointing his finger at me like a judge at trial. "I knew you were trouble. We told Sheldon not to marry you, and look! I was right. You're shameless. Absolutely shameless!" He whipped out his phone and started dialing. "Sheldon, get over here right now! Your wife's cheating, and we caught her red-handed at the hospital!" Ken didn't even flinch. He just slid his arm from my hand to my shoulder, pulling me close. His voice was low, almost amused. "Well," he whispered, "guess we finally get front-row seats to some drama."

Grandfather laughed. "Off course! I don't!" Going out, all of them left the house and Hamidat went to the kitchen. ××××××× A man was checking a big house round and opening the doors looking at the rooms and didn't entered. He was wearing pure black coats, using black hat and wear black boot. His name was 'BLACK MAN', a powerful man and he had been looking by the policemen but no evidence to use against him. He got down to the living room and looking at everywhere, he threw a bomb on the floor as he wanted to live the house. Got down to the compound, closed the gates and left the house with all the cars inside it, standing at the front of the house and looking at it.

He drove in, then parked the car and got out, making sure to open the door for me. I stepped out with my jaw dropped. The house was amazing. The white looked whiter than snow. It was almost glowing. I didn't get a chance to admire it like I wanted to, as I found myself being pulled to the entrance. Killian threw opened the door and continued to drag me through the house which was designed in black and white. The house looked even more massive on the inside. My eyes barely had time to take it all in as we entered another room. This one was the kitchen, which was a mixture of black, silver, and red.

I didn't know then that it was a Judas kiss. The Lion’s Den The Blackwood Estate was a fortress of black marble and glass perched on a cliffside, overlooking a churning, violent sea. As the iron gates hissed shut behind our limousine, a cold dread settled in my stomach. We weren't led to a dining hall. We were led to the penthouse library—a room that smelled of old parchment, expensive tobacco, and power. Killian Blackwood was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. He didn't turn around immediately. He let the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, until I felt like I couldn't breathe.

“I'll get two or three jobs. I'll talk to the bank, I'll ask for an extension. I don't need you getting into my family matters.” Killian scoffed, a cruel smile curving his lips. He stood up and leaned over the desk, invading my personal space. Shit, his mere presence made my panties wet, but seeing those dangerous eyes, I knew my hell was about to begin. “So many jobs to pay off ten million dolars?” He laughed in my face. “Don't be stupid. Look at the signature of the bank that bought the mortgage on your house and the primary Sterling debt.” I lowered my gaze slowly until my eyes fixed on a watermark I hadn't noticed: ‘Subsidiary of Blackwood Industries.’

Today was the day were she was going to kick him out of her life. Patrick was having breakfast in his room, he was happily counting the days before the wedding, When suddenly the door to the room was pushed open. Two guys dressed in black walked in. Patrick recognised them. They worked for Kel he had seen them before with Kel. They seemed like bodyguards. But what were they doing here Patrick wondered as he stood up from his chair. The men came forward and grabbed him. "I'm sorry sir but your time in this house has expired, so you have to leave immediately." One of the men said.

“Blackwater House.” Ethan’s attention sharpened instantly. “What about it?” Daniel swallowed once. “It’s burning again.”

I started reading the first paragraph. “Over five years ago, at 10:45 a.m., Ethan Black was seen leaving his luxury estate en route to visit his mistress, who was in the hospital at the time. This seemingly small mistake caused a devastating tear in his marriage to Lauren Black. It is believed that someone, possibly a hitman, entered the mansion during his absence. Left alone and vulnerable, his daughter, Elena Black, was tragically killed that same day…” I stopped breathing for a second. The words blurred for a moment as my pulse hammered against my skull.

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.