Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood Company

******* Alex Blackwood's POV I nursed my whiskey, staring into the amber liquid as the bar's dim lighting wrapped around me. My mind wandered back to the deal I'd made with the late Wilson Saxton. Flashback: I sat in Saxton's study, desperation clawing at my chest. My company, Blackwood Industries, was on the brink of financial collapse. I needed an lots of capital, and Saxton was the only one who could provide it. Saxton leaned back in his chair, eyes piercing. "I'll give you the funds, Alex and everything other thing that you might ask for. But I want something in return."

She leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes, and for a moment—just a moment—she allowed herself to return to where it all began. The day their father died. Her own son. Fifteen Years Ago The Blackwood patriarch had been a cruel man. Powerful. Merciless. And utterly obsessed with legacy. When news of his death broke, the boardroom of Blackwood Enterprises became a battlefield. And at the center of it all stood Adrian. He was the eldest—by only a year—but the difference between him and Damion could not have been greater. Where Damion was quiet and calculating, Adrian was ambitious and aggressive.

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

“You’ve been under my watch for months, locked away from the world. So tell me, Isla, what’s got you pleading for a pack you’ve never even met?” Liam shifted uncomfortably, his hand still near his knife, “Alpha, maybe we should—” “Quiet,” I snapped, not breaking eye contact with Isla. The Blackwoods were a myth to most, a pack of mystics, descended from the old bloodlines that once united the packs. They lost their authority due to fear, but they are still not one to be meddled with. If Isla was one of them, if she was the lost heir whispered about in rumors, then she wasn’t just my secretary.

“I’m Mia, your orientation guide for today. Shall we?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Uh, yes. Thank you.” As we walked out the conference room, Mia chatted about the corporation’s history and sprawling operations. Blackwood Corporation was larger than I’d imagined, its reach extending into industries I hadn’t even associated with its name. The air smelled faintly of clean linen and coffee, and the muted hum of productivity buzzed around us. Kaelon must have really done a whole lot on the company to arrive at where they are today.

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

Maria said as she walked out. Luna immediately went to work, trying to familiarize herself with the Blackwood Empire. Everything about the Blackwoods was online. The Blackwoods were old money from Dallas, Texas. The empire reflected both traditional roots and modern diversification: oil, land, cattle, energy, finance, and luxury. The Blackwood Empire Business Divisions: Energy & Resources (The Foundation) Blackwood Oil & Gas – oil rigs in Texas and the Gulf. Blackwood Natural Gas – pipelines and distribution. Blackwood Renewables – solar farms in Nevada, wind farms in Texas.

Throughout her recitation, I noted how she incorporated elements of truth within the fabrication, weaving a narrative her mother could accept without distress. "And what do you do, Alexander?" Evelyn asked, her attention shifting to me with that same surprising acuity. "Izzy mentioned business, but she was vague on details." "I'm the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises," I replied, keeping my tone conversational. "We specialize in infrastructure development and technology integration." "Blackwood," she repeated slowly, her brow furrowing slightly as if the name triggered some distant recognition. "I knew a Blackwood once. Long ago." I tensed involuntarily, Winston's vile insinuation about my parent

He stood at the window, looking out over the city, while I took my seat at the center—the seat that had officially been restored to the Monroe Land Trust. "Gentlemen," Lucian began, turning to face them. "The Blackwood name has been synonymous with a lot of things over the last fifty years. Power. Secrecy. Greed. But as of today, that name is changing." He tossed a thick document onto the table. "The merger is complete. We are now Blackwood-Monroe Global. And the culture of this company—the 'Blackwood Way' of crushing the competition at the cost of our soul—is dead. It went into a holding cell with my brother this morning."