Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

It invited acknowledgment of the fact that it existed and you did not own it. She stood on the sidewalk outside for a full minute before going in. The night before, she had searched the name. The results were extensive and not surprising. Lucien Blackwood, thirty-one, founder and chief executive of Blackwood Enterprises, a company with significant reach across technology infrastructure, commercial real estate, private equity, and international logistics. Born into money but apparently not content to simply inherit it. The business had grown by a factor of four under his leadership. He was rarely photographed at social events. He did not give interviews. What information existed about him was

My breath hitched. "I saw something, " I whispered. Ethan's eyes sharpened. "What did you see?" he asked. "I don't know, " I said, pressing my fingers to my temple. ". I was working on something. Searching." Ethan confirmed it. "You were, " he said. "For what?" I asked. "For proof, " he said. A chill ran through me. "Proof of what?" I asked. "That Blackwood isn't an organization " he said quietly. "It's a system." My stomach twisted. "What does that mean?" I asked.

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

The bright, red light rolls through the floor numbers at what feels like a snail's pace. “Obsession?” he snorted. “The only thing that I’ve ever been obsessed with is money. The word you’re looking for is curiosity. You see, Azure Blackwood is an enigma. I’ve heard plenty about him, and nothing at all. I’ve tried to dig into his past, hell, even the past of Finnick Gray, but it’s almost as if neither of them existed to the world before Blackwood Industries shot to the top. He refuses investors, turns down contracts that could make him millions, and yet,” he steps forward again, and my breath hitches. “He seems to have always been smitten with you.”

That was almost worse. Because he was tired too. I could hear it. I could hear the strain in the pauses between his words, the way he was trying to sound steady while the company under him was taking hit after hit. His business was being punished now too, not just mine. Investors were pulling back. Contracts were freezing. Blackwood Industries was getting dragged into the same fire because the fire had been built to spread. Veronica and Edmund knew exactly what they were doing. They were not just trying to ruin me. They were trying to make me radioactive enough that anything standing near me would get burned too.

“Lena, if Nate finds out now, he doesn’t just lose his fiancée. He could very well lose his position as CEO of the company.” “How?” I frowned, not following. “Blackwood Industries is in the middle of a merger with an international company,” he explained. “I can’t tell you exactly the magnitude of this, but it’s massive. We can’t afford for anything to go wrong.” My pulse quickened as the weight of it sank in. “If Nate is seen as emotionally unstable again, the board could force him to step aside—temporarily, or even permanently. Nate has enemies in the company, people waiting for an opportunity like this to get him out. People like our uncle—Victor Blackwood.”

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.