Oblivion Blackwood Company Novels & Stories

He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much. Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing. Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”

"Blackwood Asset Inquiries isn't a financial holding firm or an offshore shell company, Lydia. It’s a elite, black-budget private investigation and corporate surveillance firm operating out of Mayfair, London." He looked up from the screen, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Someone hired a team of high-end shadow operatives in London four years ago... and paid them fifteen million dollars to execute the hit on your life."

"Find the landlord. Find the neighbor who saw a woman moving in with a security detail. Just find her!" He paced the length of the living room, his mind darting back to the cause of this wreckage. Misty Blackwood. The name was a curse. Her crazed delusions of a future that had never existed had cost him the only thing that mattered. In the fourteen days since the intrusion, Julian had channeled his fury into a weapon. He had dismantled the Blackwood Corporation piece by piece. It hadn't been a business merger; it had been a slaughter. He had initiated a hostile takeover that had left the Blackwood name in the gutters of Wall Street. He had sold off their assets, liquidated their holdings, an

“I’m here to dismantle a lie that has ruled this empire for generations.” A murmur stirred. I let it build, let them twitch. Let them fear. “I stand here not as Lucien’s wife. Not as a Sinclair. I stand here as a survivor.” Lucien’s jaw tightened. I continued. “Reagan Blackwood founded a legacy built on blood. Not just wealth—but ownership of it. He curated a lineage. Created children in labs. Designed heirs. And when some of those heirs failed to obey, he buried them.” One of the older councilmen stood. “This is slander—”

The dark clouds hung ominously over Silverwood Falls as Samuel and I prepared for our next mission. With the newfound support of several council members, we had a sliver of hope. But we needed concrete evidence to expose Gabriel Blackwood and his twisted plans. Our target: Blackwood Enterprises. Disguised in maintenance uniforms, we approached the imposing building. It was a stark contrast to the quaint, rustic feel of Silverwood Falls—glass and steel, a modern fortress amidst the wilderness. Samuel and I exchanged a glance, our determination mirrored in each other's eyes. We had to succeed.

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

Synopsis The organization gave me three months to destroy the Blackwood brothers. I only needed three weeks. Alexander Blackwood was the cold, calculating heir to a billion-dollar empire. Adrian, his twin, ruled the city's brutal underground. Together, they were untouchable. My mission was simple: infiltrate their lives, earn their trust, and turn them against each other. And I succeeded. Or so I thought. Because the moment the brothers began fighting over the secrets I'd planted between them, I discovered the truth. They knew I was a spy. They had known from the beginning. Then I became pregnant. Suddenly, my organization wanted me captured, the Blackwood brothers wanted me prote

All our hard work, every contract we had fought for, every sleepless night building the Blackwood empire, and they were stealing it from us in a single hour while we were fighting for our lives in a concrete tomb. "She wants a war," Alexander said, his voice deadly quiet. He didn't sound angry anymore. He sounded like the Ice King, cold, calculating, and completely ruthless. "She thinks she can take my company by playing corporate politics and hiring thugs. Let's show her what happens when you corner a Blackwood." "What do you want to do?" Marcus asked, standing straight. "We can't walk back into the main headquarters. The entire building is locked down by Sterling security." "We don't walk

"Former military, a demolitions expert, currently employed by Blackwood Security, a private firm owned by, surprise, Thomas Blackwood." “So we’ve caught him,” Damian said. “There’s a direct link between the fire and Blackwood.” “And there’s more,” Lorenzo said, scrolling through his files. “I’ve been investigating all day. Thomas Blackwood isn’t just an angry old man looking for revenge. He’s desperate. Yes, he lost fifty million fifteen years ago, but since then he’s kept making bad investments, trying to get the money back. He’s used everything he owns as collateral—his buildings, his investments, even his judge’s pension. If he doesn’t get that money back soon, he’ll be completely broke.”

I needed them to be the blunt force instrument I paid them to be. The black sedan turned right, heading toward the bridge. Toward the Blackwood Tower. The sight of it—that glass-and-steel monolith—felt like a physical blow to my chest. It represented everything I was losing. Blackwood hadn't just wanted my company; he wanted my life. He wanted to sit in my chair, sleep with my wife, and raise my child. The child. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it.