Oblivion Blackwood Company

When Lexi Thompson flies to Vegas for her bachelorette party after her long-time boyfriend proposes to her she gets into the most unexpected altercation with a handsome man. Their accidental Vegas wedding with the Trillionaire, Ethan Blackwood, leads to not one but two babies. The pregnancy and accidental wedding brew up a storm of blackmail, passion, and threats. Can the two, despite their differences, follow their burning chemistry, and erotic desires and protect each other through challenges and obstacles coming in the form of Ethan’s ex-fiancé and Lexi's Ex-fiancé and Step-sister?

"Kylie, this year's annual bonus is evaluated based on two factors: performance and peer reviews. "Since your team never participates in company social events, your coworkers all gave you poor ratings. That's why this is your year-end bonus." Around me, the male employees were receiving bonuses in the tens of thousands. And yet, the women I led—developers who had worked for over ten years and built every core system the company relied on—each received nothing more than a coffee gift card and a mug engraved with the company logo. I laughed out loud. Then I turned and walked into my office and submitted resignation requests for the entire technical team. The manager, Preston Alec, sneered. "Good riddance. AI can replace women like you who only know how to have children." A few days later, the very people who had mocked me were standing in front of me, begging me to come back. I smiled in return. "AI conquers everything, doesn't it?"

Three years of marriage, ten years of love… wasted. Vivian Carter was abandoned by her family, humiliated by her husband, and left to suffer in silence. She walked away, but fate had other plans—carrying the child of the man who never valued her. Now she’s stronger, smarter, and untouchable. Dominic Blackwood finally realizes the woman he destroyed was the one he could never replace… but can he earn back her trust before it’s too late? Revenge, secrets, and a love forged in pain this is her story.

Sophia is a young single woman working for a well known publishing company in Boston, Ma. She is up for a major promotion with her company where she will be the senior editor. While working from her local coffee shop one Tuesday she makes eye contact with a tall, handsome man. Who she ends up running into the next few weeks, even though she goes out of her way not to. Fate has other plans, and they end up falling in love, only to be haunted by Elliots ex, Riley. Will their love make it? Will it be worth the fight? Or does Riley ruin it for everyone?

Elena Woods was the "disgrace" of the Blackwood Pack—a Beta’s daughter who failed to shift, making her the laughingstock of her peers. On her eighteenth birthday, fate dealt a cruel hand: her fated mate was none other than the future Alpha, Killian Vance. But instead of a claim, Elena received a death sentence. To preserve the "strength" of his lineage, Killian publicly rejected her and chose her cruel, high-ranking sister, Sarah, as his Luna. Exiled into the rogue-infested wild to die, Elena’s heartbreak triggers an ancient, dormant power. She isn't a wolf—she is the first White Lycan in a millennium, a creature of myth with power that dwarfs any Alpha. Five years later, the Blackwood Pack is on the brink of collapse, cursed by a mysterious illness. Their only hope is the "Silver Doctor," a legendary and wealthy healer who hides her face behind a mask. Killian, now a cold and broken Alpha whose wolf is rotting from the rejection, travels to the city to beg for her help. He expects a savior. He finds the woman he destroyed. But Elena has a secret even more powerful than her shift: three silver-eyed triplets who bear the Alpha’s mark. Killian is desperate for a second chance, but Elena is no longer a girl looking for a mate—she is a Queen looking for a reckoning.

Anna is a pretty girl with dreams as wild as fire and eyes that can pierce into the soul of the most rigid person. She comes into The Archer Group as an intern interested in Investment Analysis, but is forced to be in the taxation department. She knows nothing about herself, as all her life has been spent trying to get to work in the greatest Venture Capitalist Company in New York. But the CEO of the Archer Group dies and hands the company over to his son, who is the last person who can make a company work. An artist with a specific sexual preference, private, reluctant, borderline rude, too brilliant for his own good, Carson Archer never plays by the rules. Anna only wants a chance to prove that she is better than writing reports. But Investment Analysis might just be the last thing on her mind when his gaze lands on her. At the Archer Group, falling for the boss isn't just career suicide. It’s heartbreak too. Because Carson Archer doesn’t do love.

Right after I am done with a meeting, I scroll through social media and come across a warning post with my company's location tagged. The title reads, "Avoid this place! Anyone who comes here is a sucker. The company is so stingy that it can't even provide decent snacks." The photos show the Starbucks drinks and five-star desserts I just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frown and tag everyone in the group chat, asking for suggestions about the teatime snacks. A Gen Z intern, Alice Grimes, immediately sends a voice message, "No offense, Ms. Knox, but these mass-produced desserts are full of trans fats. Even dogs wouldn't eat them. A good company would hire Kitchelin chefs to cook on-site. Now that's called having true respect for employees." I laugh in disbelief. My company spends 50 dollars per person on daily tea time, which is considered top-tier in the industry. So, I reply, "Since it's hard to please everyone, we'll cancel teatime from now on and convert it into a cash allowance for everyone." Less than five minutes later, there is a new update in the social media post. "Guys, you won't believe this. I made a reasonable suggestion, and the petty boss just cut our teatime perk! This is how a typical capitalist behaves. They can't handle any honest feedback."

Tessa Montgomery is a 20 years old college student from a prestigious family. But everything goes sideways when her father dies and his company is in debt, her mom goes to their family friend, the Crawfords for help but they give a condition, that for them to help her mother and her father's fallen company, she must marry their first son Kace Crawford even though they all know that Tessa loves the second son Drake Crawford. How would this turn out in the end? And what motive does Kace and Drake's parents have for giving this kind of condition?

At the annual company banquet, the boss had the tables and chairs from the logistics department removed, leaving only a stainless steel dog bowl in the center of the stage. "Logistics is just the company's watchdog," he said coldly. "Since when do watchdogs sit at the table and eat?" The top sales champion laughed as he dumped leftovers into the bowl. The boss casually slipped a black garbage bag over my shoulders. "From now on, you're the company's living trash can. Catch it properly." Laughter erupted across the room. Amid the jeers, I silently tightened my grip on the universal access card in my hand. What they didn't know was that the building's special approvals for water and electricity—and all its property management connections—were maintained by this very "dog face" of mine. I tossed my ID badge into the dog bowl and turned to leave. Let's see how long you last once the new year passes—without logistics there to hold everything together.

I gave Julian Kane everything: my family’s connections, my clients, my lawyers, my money, and even the Manhattan office his company called home. For five years, I let him build his empire on my back. Then his new intern accused me of skipping work and stealing company money. She wanted my title, my clients, my office, and the black card that opened the most powerful doors in New York. Julian knew the truth, but he still let the whole company shame me. So I handed over the card. They thought I was finished, but they forgot one thing: the card was mine, the building was mine, the clients were mine, and the name they mocked was Moretti. If they wanted to call me a thief, I would show them exactly what they had stolen. If they wanted to drag me into the spotlight, I would let the whole city watch them fall. I didn’t come back to beg. I came back to collect.