Marcus Black の小説・ストーリー

Jason said again. Grace looked up this time, She knitted her brow at him, She wondered Deep within her why Jason seemed so chatty about the topic, It was something that she couldn’t understand. He seemed to know more and wanted her to know more as well, She didn’t ask further, She played it as a common coincidence. “I do not understand the rumours you speak of, Please Enlighten me”. Grace said sitting up. “Mr Black is a well known player”. A familiar voice said interrupting them, Grace and Jason turned to see the person, only to be met with a smirking Gerard and a very exhausted and half awake Louisa.

“Your mission is simple.” starts the mission programmer as she opens a file, takes some pictures and places them on the desk. “This is Peter Mars, the vice president of PM Corporation. Last week, he caught the director, Lucas García stealing money from the company’s safe. Despite his begging and cries, Peter wants to send him to prison and destroy his family’s life.” “On which side are we? Who’s the bad guy?” I raise an eyebrow. “The bad guy is Peter.”

"What do you want?" Marcus chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "What do I want? I'm here to deliver a message. Gabriel Blackwood doesn't take kindly to meddling, Emily. You should've stayed out of this." "Why are you doing this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "Why are you helping Gabriel? What does he have over you?" Marcus's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You think you know everything, don't you? But you don't. You have no idea what you're up against."

A sleek black car was already waiting outside, and beside it, Marcus Blackwood stood in a dark grey suit that looked effortlessly sharp. He looked different under the dim light—more relaxed, though still carrying that aristocratic aura he couldn’t hide. Marcus glanced at his watch before lifting his head and smiling at me. “Right on time,” he said, his voice light yet still elegant. I adjusted the clutch in my hand and raised an eyebrow. “Did you come to Los Angeles for me?” I asked, half-joking. Marcus didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at me for a moment, as if carefully considering his response.

But Marcus cannot even stretch both of his arms to wrap his hands around the Alpha King’s throat as the shackles on his wrists and ankles, made from pure silver, made sure his suffering is tight and uncomfortable. The corner of my mouth twitched. It's time to squeeze my father for his secrets. “Where is he, Marcus?” He glared back at his only daughter. I simply glared back at him as he asked, “Who?” “Marcos, former Alpha of the Blackwind Pack,” Kallias replied for me as he’s sure that his mate is more of a walking blizzard than he already is. I let a little of Kallias’ icy stare reflect on my own.

"You're trying to destroy him completely." "I'm trying to stop a predator who's been hunting families for twenty years," I corrected. "And yes, that requires destroying him completely." The room erupted in excited conversation as the team began to understand the full scope of what we were attempting. This wasn't just a corporate takeover defense—it was a complete reversal of power that would leave Marcus Blackstone as vulnerable as every company he'd ever destroyed. My phone rang. Unknown number. "Scarlett Blackwood." "You clever little bitch." Marcus Blackstone's voice was completely different now. Gone was the fatherly warmth,

“Now she gets to see what it feels like.” Marcus closes the file. “Alright then. I can reach out to my contact at Stars News. He owes me a favor and he’s been waiting for a big scoop. Something that will break the internet.” “This will.” “Oh, definitely.” He smirks, the devil in his eyes. “Victoria Blackthorne is about to have a very bad day.” “Good,” I say, leaning back. For the first time in days, I feel like I’m finally breathing. “Let’s show Victoria a little of what we’re made of.”

Chapter 22: The Alpha's Son You’re prettier than I had imagined. Outside the cell stood Marcus Blackthorn. He was not old—perhaps just over twenty years of age. His beauty was striking, yet it carried a sharp, unwelcoming edge. Rather than warmth, his gaze swept slowly over Eryx—measuring and judging him, much like a farmer appraising cattle before the market. Eryx remained seated, refusing to stand just to appease him.

I screamed, straining against my ties. Sophia stepped out behind her, looking at Elena with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred. "Tie her to the other chair," Marcus commanded. "And call Blackwood. Tell him the price for his family is one hundred million dollars and a private jet to the Caymans." "You're dead, Marcus," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Noah will kill you." "Maybe," Marcus shrugged, checking his watch. "But I'll be rich and gone before he even gets the coordinates. And if he doesn't? Well, Sophia has a very special plan for the doctor."

Eight minutes, thirty seconds. Dominic doesn’t touch it. He just watches me. “Why marketing?” he asks. It’s the same question he asked in the elevator, but now there’s no elevator to escape to. “Because people lie,” I say before I can sanitize it. “But their data doesn’t. And I’m good at spotting the difference.” That earns me the second flicker. “Marcus.” The door opens like he was waiting for his name. Marcus is tall, Black, mid-30s, in a suit that costs more than my rent. His eyes are cop eyes. He’s been in the room for 0.2 seconds and already decided I’m a problem.