Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood Company

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

She jumps back quickly and punches me in the face. “Don’t you dare throw up on me Lillian fucking Blackwood, or I’ll fucking kill you like your bitch mother.” She roars. I spit blood on the floor, “I’m glad you found each other, I’ll get you the money and then you can let me go.” I growl.

“Because we thought everyone perished that night.” Dean cleared his throat, stepping closer. “May I?” Janette nodded slowly. He began. “Your name… your real name, Janette, is Janette Aveline Blackwood. You are the only child of Damien and Annelise Blackwood—owners and founders of the Blackwood Corporation, one of the oldest private conglomerates in California dealing in gold.” Janette stared at him like he’d grown two heads.

“We've had this discussion countless times and you seem to be acting stubborn” Damian let out a sharp laugh, skeptical. “You’re joking, right?” “Do I look like a man who jokes?” “You’ve lost it.” Damian shook his head, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. “This company—Blackwood Enterprises—runs because of me. I’ve doubled our assets in the last five years, expanded into Europe, crushed competitors you couldn’t even touch in your prime. And now you’re telling me I’ll lose everything if I don’t… breed?”

Carter was sitting far away from me, different ladies flocking around him while he gulped down his drinks. The shrill of my phone ringing, broke me away from my thoughts and I took it out to see it was Noah. Leaving the arena because of the music, I went to a corner, “Any new information?” “Yes sir. Mr. Blackwood is trying to infiltrate your company.” “What? How reliable is this information.” “Very reliable sir. He’s working with a computer maniac to make the company bankrupt in less than a week.” Fuck! I yelled, hitting the table nearby. How he did all this with an innocent look was so fucking infuriating.

I set down my sandwich, my appetite gone, the bread turning to ash in my mouth. Day 7 brought rain, the relentless drumming on the roof filling the silence with something that wasn’t our own breathing. I found myself thinking about Blackwood Industries, the company Adrian had built into an empire, and the interim CEO the FBI had mentioned. I wondered what was happening to it without him, the legacy crumbling while we hid in the woods. I found him in the living room, staring at nothing, and made the mistake of asking. "How’s the company doing? Do you know?"

The silence that followed was heavy, pressurized. The rear window lowered with a whisper of precision. Lucian Blackwood sat in the shadows of the backseat. Even in the dim, amber light of the streetlamps, he looked like a figure carved from obsidian. Immovable. Expensive. Lethal. I knew the name. Everyone in the city knew the name, but Julian spoke it with a mixture of pathetic worship and soul-crushing terror. Lucian Blackwood didn't just run Blackwood Global; he was the man who decided which companies lived and which were dismantled for parts.

“Living isn’t just surviving anymore. Not for me.” That made him tilt his head, eyes softening just a little. “Good. Keep it that way.” Before I could respond, Damian’s voice cut through the hallway. “Evelyn, you need to see this.” The study’s lights burned bright against the midnight dark. The brothers stood around a tablet and a wall screen covered with numbers. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Elias turned. “Blackwood Enterprises just crashed fifteen percent on the market.” I blinked. “His company?”

"If it's not Zurich, then who is it?" Thorne swallowed hard, his eyes darting down toward Lucian for a fraction of a second before looking back at her. "It’s the Blackwood family private security," Thorne whispered. "Lucian’s father... just crossed the territorial line. He didn't bring troops, Maya. He brought the original, un-redacted corporate incorporation papers for the entire southern resource grid. He’s not here to fight our military. He’s here to execute the default clause."