Vas Blackwood 소설 & 이야기

"Viktor." Both women stared. Kate finally spoke. "Who's Viktor?" "My uncle." Ophelia added, "The lunatic." "He isn't a lunatic." "He tried to assassinate our father." "He had reasons." "He used a chandelier." "It almost worked." Kate stared between us. "This family gets more normal every day." --- Viktor Blackwood lived in a place sane wolves avoided. The Dead Forest. Which sounded dramatic until you actually visited. Then it sounded accurate. Nothing grew there. No birds. No insects. No streams. Just black trees that had been dead for several centuries and somehow refused to fall.

She could not continue to do this to Jimmy. Mr. Blackwood is seated in his office, he had just gotten off a call from Botswana, informing him that Darky was still causing problems for the new GM, he was angry and thinking of a way to deal with the matter without starting a life-long rivalry with Darky’s uncle who he was in good terms with. He was still thinking about that when the door was pushed open and Annabel walked in. “Anna… good that you are here, I was just about to send for you.” he said with a nonchalant face, his voice cold to hide his anger.

Draven didn’t say a word, just set his fork down with slow finality and called out, “It’s open.” The door creaked as it swung inward, and there she was. Ms. Blackwood. She walked in like she owned the place, heels tapping across the hardwood, her coat sliding off her shoulders with practiced ease. Her lipstick matched the wine-colored silk blouse clinging to her curves. Her eyes swept the room and landed on me. A flicker of something unreadable passed through them, before she dismissed me entirely. “Morning,” she said, her voice syrup-sweet as she moved toward him. “You look… stronger.”

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

Victoria's poison was working again. "Mrs. Blackwood," Dr. Morrison said, "are you going to come voluntarily, or do we need to involve additional security?”

I pulled my mourning cloak tighter, heading for the ceremonial black transport vehicle the Thornwood family had provided. A familiar silhouette emerged from the mist—Alexander Blackwood. He stood leaning against his black SUV, smoking a wolfsbane-infused cigarette. The grey smoke partly obscured his handsome face, but I could see he had lost weight since the birth. His cheekbones stood out sharply, and his ceremonial Alpha attire hung loosely on his frame. It was clear he had been waiting for me. Our eyes met across the misty parking area, and for a moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he approached, his steps measured, cautious. We stood in silence, the mountain air heavy between us.

Dominic Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing frame filling the entrance. Unlike the disheveled Reynolds family, he looked immaculate in a charcoal suit. His storm-gray eyes swept over the scene, taking in everything with a single glance. “This is a private family matter," Victoria hissed, lowering her hand slowly. "You have no business here." "On the contrary." Blackwood stepped into the room, moving with the confident grace of a predator. "When someone catches a woman who's been pushed through a window, I believe that creates a certain responsibility."

"Seven. Four more in the hospital. Two of them won't be back to work." There was silence. Volkov moved his hand to the edge of the bed, gripped it once, and Released it. "The Blackwood woman," he said. "Aria Thornwood." "Her father withdrew all European support from the Blackwood family as of this morning. She's reportedly preparing to return to Europe." "And Damon Blackwood." "At the family residence. He hasn't left." Volkov slowly turned his head to the window. His face looked sharp and calm, showing nothing....except to someone who knew him well enough to see the signs.

Phil, Adams, the organization, and whoever she was yet to meet. Kate breathed out just when she realized she had been holding her breath, “One thing they seem to have forgotten to account for is my heart—of the woman wielding it. They forgot that I am Blackwood. And Blackwoods… we don't break. We bend, we bleed, but we never, ever break.”

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.