Sirius Black Family Novels & Stories

"Lena. Do you know who Caiden Black is?" "A billionaire, I assume. He mentioned a chef." "He's not just a billionaire." Her aunt's voice had shifted into something Lena had never heard from her before — something between reverence and alarm. "He's the Black family. Construction, finance, real estate. His grandfather built half this city. His father doubled what the grandfather left. Caiden tripled that in eight years." Another pause. "You married Caiden Black by accident." "Yes," Lena said. "That's what I've been telling you."

Eddy continued, "..she was known as Eleanor McKinley, the eldest young miss of the McKinley family. But recently, she returned as Eleanor Anderson-Red. The sole heir to the Anderson-Red family wealth." "ZerAnderson Group?" Damien's eyes lit up at this new information. The Andersons were the second, most influential family in New York City after The Winters which was his family. How was she related to the Anderson family? Eddy nodded with vigor. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he looked down at the paper in his hand. He continued. "It also says here that she has two kids. About..." "Kids?" Damien's brow furrowed. Eddy didn't know why his boss looked displeased because she had k

I nodded and thanked her for her prompt arrangements. When I entered the conference hall, everyone stood up as soon as they saw me. I instructed them to take their seats and I began my introduction. "I am Adrian Blackwood, the only surviving son of the Blackwood family, and I trust you all know me as one of the managing directors of this company." They responded affirmatively. "I am the rightful heir to the Blackwood family business, which Barrister Maxwell was supposed to hand over to me after my 29th birthday."

“Mother, please tell me this is a joke.” Father frowned. “It’s not a joke. This is about family strategy, Hannah. Not childish emotions.” There it was. The Black family mantra. Strategy over sentiment. Grandfather tapped his cane lightly against the marble floor, his expression unreadable. “The Bristos are powerful. If we secure this union, it cements both legacies — the Blacks and the Bristos. It’s a mutually beneficial alliance.” He brought out a document that probably contains what he wants me to do when I become Lucas’ wife.