Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

he suggested, his hand wrapping possessively around Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn turned to him, a confused expression on her face. “What contract?” She asked. Before Alex could respond, Mrs. Triumph’s voice cut in. “Well…. My company, Blackstone Group, is launching a new fintech venture and wants Blackwood Empire as our lead partner. However, Mr. Blackwood is recommending your company instead.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” She looked stunned. She wondered why would Alex make such a bold suggestion?

A ripple of discomfort moved through the board members. Aria kept her spine straight. “Then let’s discuss them.” Damian’s eyes glittered dark, sharp. “Let’s.” He stood up. The gesture alone made half the room tense. Damian circled the table, slow and predatory. “Blackwood Holdings has survived every recession, every hostile takeover attempt, every corporate attack because we operate with precision and unity.” He stopped behind Aria’s chair. Close enough for her to feel the heat of him. “And yesterday,” he said quietly, “that unity was broken.”

Blackwood. TBC!!

The culprit had been dealt with, but when pressed for answers, both the individual and the Timeless Group denied any connection. Now, with the Evans Corporation under attack, the pattern was impossible to ignore. The Blackwoods weren’t just moving pieces, they were waging a silent war. As she processed the analysis, Elena frowned. Something didn’t add up. “If the Blackwood family was already targeting Pristine Enterprise, why did they back off?” Her gaze locked onto Lucas, searching for an answer. “They had the perfect opportunity.” “Because Pristine Enterprise wasn’t their main objective,” Lucas replied calmly. “They just wanted to test the waters.”

Pressed into it, the symbol of a chess knight. Marcus saw it immediately and his expression darkened. “No..." Elena looked at him. “You know it?" He nodded slowly. “I hoped I'd never see it again." She broke the seal and inside was a sheet of paper. No greeting. Just a single paragraph which she read out loud disregarding the “read when you’re alone” sign. **Michael Blackwood has spent nineteen years chasing ghosts. The Consortium he feared no longer exists. It collapsed years ago. What remained was one man using its name to settle old scores. Everything ends today. Let him tell you why.**

but the words carried a rawness that made Arielle sit forward. > I knew the Locke family, not personally, but closely enough. They were good people, proud, naïve, maybe. They believed Damian Blackwood when he promised partnership, not absorption. They trusted his assurances that they’d remain involved, that their legacy would matter. Arielle’s fingers curled slightly against the edge of the laptop. > What they didn’t understand was that Blackwood doesn’t partner, they takes, slowly, legally, flawlessly. He made them dependent before he made them obsolete.

Retribution was coming. The full extraction wrapped in under ten minutes of pure, controlled chaos. Non-lethal force had minimized unnecessary deaths, but several Blackwood guards lay tranqed or critically wounded on the floors above. The financial war continued raging outside the gates Blackwood stocks still in freefall, the media frenzy exploding as first reports of an “armed incident at the Blackwood estate” hit every wire service in the country.

"He’s a businessman first. He knows that if he fights me in the courts, the humans will find out about the Blackwood underground vaults. He’ll lose the pack and his freedom." ​"It’s not Julian I’m worried about," Elias muttered as the doors chimed for the lobby. ​The lobby of Blackwood Global was a chaotic swirl of glass and panicked employees. News of the "System Blackout" on the executive floor had trickled down. Security guards were scurrying like ants in a disturbed nest. ​As I stepped out, the air changed. ​It wasn't Julian’s scent. It was something sharper. Something like jasmine rotting in the sun.

“You wish.” “Then what?” Marcus pushed away from the window. “A silent one.” Ivy narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does when the person doing it already owns pieces of your company.” Sebastian’s gaze sharpened instantly. “Someone inside Blackwood Global.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” The room fell quiet. Because that meant something terrifying. The war wasn’t Ivy versus Sebastian. It was bigger. Much bigger. “Who?” Ivy asked. Marcus shook his head slowly.

" Blackwood. The name echoed in Aria's mind like a bell. She knew that name. Everyone in the city knew that name. The Blackwood family was old money the kind of wealth that transcended normal understanding. Real estate, technology, pharmaceuticals, shipping they had fingers in every pie, and their influence extended into political circles at the highest levels. Charles Blackwood had built an empire, and his grandson, Damien, was continuing and expanding the legacy. Damien Blackwood. Aria had seen his face in business magazines, on the news, in those tabloid articles about the city's most eligible bachelors. Impossibly handsome, ruthlessly intelligent, and notoriously private. He'd taken over