Novel & Cerita Sirius Black Dies

"I don't think I do." He held out a thick, cream-colored envelope sealed with red wax. "My name is Arthur Sterling. I represent the Blackwood Trust." He placed the envelope on the unfinished bench. "The Founder's Clause, Mr. Blackwood. It was triggered forty-eight hours ago when your company's stock hit the liquidation threshold." I stared at it. "I'm dead. The company is dead." "The bylaws disagree. If you don't appear in New York to sign the renewal within thirty days, the company dissolves." He adjusted his cufflinks. "And all assets—including the encrypted servers tracking your dealings with the Russians—will be sold to the highest bidder."

“Phase two initiated. Targeting Blackwood’s remaining allies.” “Start with Simon. And then the press. We’ll destroy Adrian from the outside in.” He lit a cigar, ignoring the blood dripping from his hand. “He took my empire. I’ll take everything else.” --- The Next Morning – News Headquarters Sophia stood with a calm expression as the anchor read the breaking report. “Blackwood Global has confirmed a formal investigation into past biotech funding. Victor Mercer, long-time board chair, has been removed pending inquiry. But in a shocking twist—new files reveal the involvement of Nathaniel Blackwood, Adrian Blackwood’s uncle…”

Destroyed by my grandfather in 1987. I dug deeper. Blackwood Technologies, Revolutionary software, about to go public. Worth hundreds of millions. Then Marcus Chen moved. Hostile takeover, forced sale at a fraction of value. The articles from that time told the rest. Thomas Blackwood was found dead six months later. Pills and alcohol. Suicide note blaming Marcus Vaughn for destroying everything. Harrison was eighteen. He found the body and read that note. Forty years ago. Forty years of planning revenge. "Jesus Christ." Lena appeared in the doorway. Dark circles under her eyes. I couldn't sleep either.

"Mrs. Avery Blackwood has been named CEO of Grayson Enterprises after her husband, Mr. Axel Blackwood, steps back following reported financial losses in the hands of former CEO, Chase Grayson." "The sure know how to spin the narrative," I chuckled. "In other news, Zora Grayson has died in what authorities are calling a tragic accident—details emerging by the minute. And in a shocking turn, Chase Grayson has been found dead of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound following police intervention," the news anchor continued. The ticker tape scrolled endlessly beneath her words. Death. Chaos. Grayson downfall. Every headline sounding like music to my ear. I clapped my hands once, almost theatr

*** Meanwhile, the Cowells were all trembling in fear. Violet, who was the elder of the family, finally stood up and asked, “L-Legate, General Daniel, what brings you here? We’re just having a meal. That isn’t a crime, right?” Adrian ignored Violet and gestured toward Clara. “Clara Cowell, are you aware that Simon Black is dead?” Du-dunn! The Cowells were stunned when they heard this. Nathan’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Simon’s dead?! When?!”

The notification appeared at 6:47 AM. William was in his study, a cup of coffee in his hand. He was slowly recovering and trying to be productive again when his tablet buzzed. He glanced at the screen. A news alert from a financial publication he followed. He tapped it open. "BLACKWOOD BETRAYAL: HORIZON GLOBAL POISED TO SWALLOW ASTERA SPIRE — SOURCES SAY CEO VANCE BLACKWOOD PLOTTING TAKEOVER OF FATHER'S EMPIRE"

If they couldn't save her father’s life, they would at least save the truth of his death, and the truth was that Julian had just committed a televised execution of a board member. "Miller, if you can hear me, activate the 'Black-Sky' protocol. I want every satellite feed in this hemisphere locked onto this harbor, give the world a front-row seat to the Thorne board’s final liquidation!" Silas roared into the comms, his voice bypassing the Thorne jamming signal by using the secondary frequency Julian thought had been destroyed in the vault.

“Mayor Quint, you’re a sharp one. I am here bearing gifts.” Sirius then looked at Kaze and smiled. “My old friend’s subsidiary is going public, of course I have to show up with a present. “I got some flowers for you. Maybe you can use it after today. Am I right, Kaze?” Everyone reacted strangely to his words. He was clearly hinting that Kaze would die today. The folks from Perfect World Group glared at Sirius, infuriated by what he said to their chairman.

Headlines filled the screen, one after another, relentless and loud. MAFIA KING DAMIAN BLACKWELL DEAD AFTER BRUTAL ATTACK BLACKWELL EMPIRE LEFT WITHOUT HEIR WIDOW LYSANDRA VELEZ SEEN WAILING AT HOSPITAL TRAGEDY STRIKES AS DAMIAN BLACKWELL PRONOUNCED DEAD Sera’s breath hitched. Her fingers froze above the keyboard. Dead. She clicked one article. Then another. Then another. Every report said the same thing. Critical injuries. Massive blood loss.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.