Novel & Cerita The Black Swan Helmsley

“Yes, sir.” “Activate Protocol Black.” There was a brief pause on the other end. Then Collins replied calmly. “Already in motion.” Helena’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” Alexander looked directly at her. “I let you think you were winning.” For the first time all night Helena looked uncertain. Vanessa glanced between them. “What’s Protocol Black?” Alexander’s voice remained calm. “A failsafe.” Helena’s gaze sharpened. “For what?” Alexander slipped the phone back into his pocket.

A tall man with dark hair trailed behind her, stopping to pop a strawberry in his mouth before catching up. “You must be Olivia Statler,” the woman greeted me, extending her hand. I shook it, surprised to find it strong and calloused. “Yes, and you must be Isabel Black,” I replied. I had heard that the wife of the hotel magnate, Noah Black, still worked daily with sharks. Her strong grip and suntanned skin pretty much confirmed that. I was slightly surprised. I figured that anyone who married into billions would relax into a life of leisure, but from what I had heard, she had actually increased the extent of her research.

Damien Black sat behind my desk. The CEO of Blackstone Holdings who has been trying to destroy Rivera Enterprise for years. Of all the people in the world, Damien Black was the last man I expected to see tonight. He sat on my chair as if it belonged to him, clicking his hands gently on the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light streaming in from the windows. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and more masculine than he looked in the magazines. Dark hair brushed carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had been carved from stone. And those eyes, cold. Observant, predatory. When he noticed someone entering, his gaze lifted slowly, pinning m

Francis wouldn’t dare harm her. Still, my wolf didn’t like her being anywhere I couldn’t scent her. The absence of her scent gnawed at me. Silence settled in the car, heavy and thick until Collins’s voice cut through. “Alpha Nathan.” We had arrived. I stepped out, and noticed Ken’s breath caught. Towering above us stood the Hemsworth Group headquarters, A single powerful skyscraper tall enough to scrape the sky. Taller than every building around it. He was filled with awe as he stared at it.

“He’ll strike where it hurts most. And right now, that’s here.” The room fell still. Elias’s gaze sharpened. “We’ll monitor every approach. I’ll have security doubled.” Luca nodded once. “Good. Because men like Crane always send warnings first.” Hours later, the mansion felt like it was holding its breath. I tried to sleep but woke to faint footsteps and murmured voices. Following them, I found Elias in his study, speaking into the phone. “Yes,” he said. “Sell everything tied to Blackwood. If he sinks, we don’t go down with him. And make sure Evelyn’s name stays untouched.”

I only searched the crowd with fevered eyes for Zevarion. “Silence!” Xareth’s voice boomed like thunder, silencing the crowd instantly. Even the crackling flames seemed to hush in obedience to his command. A moment passed, then Alpha Thorne stepped forward, sword still in hand, his eyes fixed on Xareth with cold fury. “Who are you, and what do you seek?” he demanded. Xareth smirked. “I am Xareth, Alpha of Crimson Dusk,” his tone mocking yet imperial. “And I’ve come to take control of Sable Howl.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

"You’ve wanted this merger to fail." "I wanted to run it myself," Helena corrected coldly. "But a federal prosecution of our Senior Counsel ruins the Knight-Monroe merger. If the feds drag Damaris out, the international ports pull their contracts. Everything this family has built turns to ash. I am a Knight, Selah. I will protect this family’s legacy—even if it means giving you the weapon to save it." Helena reached into her coat, pulled out a small slip of paper with a handwritten address, and set it on the foyer table.

The quiet calm of the office shattered as the deafening, thunderous roar of heavy helicopter blades whipped through the air, shaking the glass frames. Emma’s smile vanished. She spun her chair around toward the ocean-facing windows. Thick gusts of wind whipped across the upper terrace as a sleek, matte-black helicopter bearing the stark, unmistakable crest of the Walker Global Conglomerate descended toward the resort’s private rooftop helipad. Emma stood up slowly, her heart dropping like a stone into her stomach. It can’t be..

Christopher walked right beside me, his massive frame cutting a terrifyingly powerful silhouette in his immaculate navy suit, his presence an absolute iron wall behind my right shoulder. Helena was already sitting at the far end of the table, her midnight-blue coat draped over her chair, a fresh team of three high-trust corporate lawyers standing behind her. She didn't look ruined after the prison vault intercept. Instead, a wide, mocking smile was stretched from ear to ear, her aristocratic eyes flashing with a dangerous, triumphant confidence as she pushed a thick, gold-embossed ledger folder toward the center of the wood.