Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

I got in, still always in the same dress as in the evening before, my hair glued from the rain, my Mascara probably smeared like a madman. Nobody looked at me. Or maybe I just formed it. The high house of Adrian Blackwood stood like a black monolith in the grey Jesus. Fifty floors of glass, steel and money. At the sight of me Bad. Blackwood Enterprises was one of the largest investment firms in the Land, and Adrian led them like a kingdom. They said he earned twenty-nine more money than some families in

A brief silence. "I don't know for certain," William finally answered, and that admission itself felt foreign. His father never admitted not knowing. "Everything started shaking a few days ago. Business partners who had been loyal for years suddenly switched to other companies. Investors withdrew without clear explanation." He let out a heavy sigh. "And I just found out who's behind all of this." Something tightened in Adrian's chest. "Who?" "Blackwood." That name slipped from William's lips. "Daniel Blackwood. His company is the one snatching up every one of my business partners. He's the one offering prices I can't match. He's deliberately destroying me."

"Seven. Four more in the hospital. Two of them won't be back to work." There was silence. Volkov moved his hand to the edge of the bed, gripped it once, and Released it. "The Blackwood woman," he said. "Aria Thornwood." "Her father withdrew all European support from the Blackwood family as of this morning. She's reportedly preparing to return to Europe." "And Damon Blackwood." "At the family residence. He hasn't left." Volkov slowly turned his head to the window. His face looked sharp and calm, showing nothing....except to someone who knew him well enough to see the signs.

The city was still dark when Damian left Blackwood Tower. The conversation with the firefighter had ended nearly an hour earlier, but the words still echoed in his mind with unsettling clarity. Edward Blackwood. His grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man who had built hospitals, research foundations, and entire industries in the name of medical advancement. A man Damian had once admired. And now possibly the man responsible for the chain of events that had nearly killed Evelyn. Damian drove through the quiet streets with the phone resting on the passenger seat beside him. The photograph the witness had sent remained open on the screen.

It was her daily ordeal. She raised her head to see the large building which was at the edge of the street "Valley's corporation" formerly called "Find'ley and Co", it was the old company of his father. A business that his father had built himself but that his best friend "Valley Offred" did not hesitate to steal from him when his father was in dire need of the money. He sold 3/4 of the shares to his friend and so he could easily take over the business.

he asked, his tone not disrespectful, but guarded. I met his gaze steadily. “Laws that concern taxation. Laws that redefine responsibility within the clan.” A ripple of tension coursed through the noblemen, and several exchanged glances. I didn’t give them time to get ahead of the narrative. I raised my hand, and the courtyard fell silent again. “For many years,” I said, “Blackwood has operated on a structure that exempted our people from tributes. That was noble. And wise. Our people were rebuilding. Recovering. The scars of the Great War, of clan conflicts and past betrayals… they needed time to heal.”