After about three to four hours, the car arrived at a very big Mansion.
There was a giant black gate at the outside, with a giant stylish B with gold color on it, the gate was made with high technological gadgets. Sam pressed an icon on his smartphone and the gate automatically opened.
Marcus opened his mouth in awe seeing the magnificent design, its designs were beyond top notch, most of the colors were gold and white, and at the top of the mansion a stylish written 'BLACKWOOD' could be seen.
Sam packed the car at a Conner and opened the door for Marcus to come out, Marcus was not used to this kind of treatment, he just ignored and came out. Marcus could now see the mansion properly, there were some beautiful sculptures and a spring at the center.
"Can we go in, young master?" Sam interrupted Marcus's view.
"Oh sure"
Sam led Marcus inside, the interior design was beyond the words from a dictionary, the walls were decorated out worldly, priceless arts, crystal chandeliers and there were many workers moving to and fro probably the maids. Marcus kept imagining, if what Sam was saying is true, does that mean all these were indirectly his?
They stopped after reaching a door, Sam knocked twice, before a voice replied from inside.
"Come in"
The duo walked in, there was nothing too luxurious inside, it was just a neat room, with a lot of bookshelves, it seemed like an office or a study. A man was sitted on a chair, and a table in front of him, he was busy with the many files on the table, making him ignorant of their presence.
"Boss, I found him"
Sam replied like a bell to the man's ear, as he quickly closed the file and looked at them, he was clearly in his late 6os with brown hair mixed with gray ones, some visible aged wrinkles, but yet he remained handsome and healthy obviously because of the wealth around him.
"Marcus Blackwood?" He asked to be sure.
"Yes boss, he is the one, young master Marcus Blackwood" Sam replied with respect.
The man stood up from his seat and walked up to Marcus who was already nervous.
"It's really him, after so many years we have found you, and you look just like your father," he said, giving Marcus a tight hug.
Marcus quickly disengaged from the hug.
"Sorry but I don't know you, I don't know any of you" Marcus said.
"It's okay, that's why you are here, to know the truth, to know who you are" the man replied with an assuring smile.
"Have a seat" he gestured.
Marcus obeyed and sat, he was more nervous than ever.
"Firstly my name is Richard Mortimer, I was the personal assistant of your grandfather Harold Blackwood and also the butler of the Blackwoods" Richard introduced,
Marcus became extra shocked, the name he just heard 'Harold Blackwood' wasn't just any, Harold Blackwood was the richest man on the planet during his time, Marcus didn't meet him, but he read about him, as a business administration student, and Harold was popular.
According to history, Harold held the record of being the world richest man for over forty years, until he died at his eighty's. Eversince his name or his family name were never heard again, it was said his children couldn't handle all his businesses and so it crashed, but still no one had reached his record. And this man is telling him he was his grandfather, unbelievable.
"You mean the real Harold Blackwood, the richest man in history?" Marcus asked.
"Yes Marcus, he is your grandfather"
"How's that even possible?" Marcus was puzzled. He was so confused if that was so, why would he even end up in an orphanage? If he hails from the richest family in history, why was he suffering, why would his parents even drop him in an orphanage, everything felt so unreal.
"Then where are my parents?" Marcus asked.
"I was coming to that. You see after your grandfather died the Blackwoods were devastated, your father Alex was the only child of your grandfather, he tries to handle the family's business, but it brought rivalries and nemesis, many other family businesses tries to steal the Blackwoods fortune, one of them were the Steels.
The intensity of the situation increases and so Mr Alex Blackwood and Juliana backwood your parents decided to travel far, making sure you weren't caught up with the calamity, after handing over everything to me to handle" Sam said then gave a sad sigh.
"Then what? What happened next?"
"After that we received shocking news, your parents were ambushed while traveling, but then there were no traces of you, but deep down I knew you were still alive, and I promised to find you no matter the cost. And I'm happy after 26 years I finally found you"
Marcus became sad after hearing the tragic story, at first he thought he was going to meet his real parents.
"But all that is the past Marcus, it's time to focus on the future, you are the only heir to the Blackwoods Webchain" Richard said.
"Web chain?"
"It was a name given to the Blackwoods business by your grandfather, it was to describe the massive global expansion of the business. The Blackwoods has a very large conglomerate, all connected, with 41 companies as it's owner, 15 oil Wells and has 80 to 95% shares in over 101 businesses and companies all over the globe"
Marcus was lost in all these explanations, how could a single person have all this.
"I've already written your name as the new head of the Blackwoods Webchain, I've signed all the necessary documents and send a mail to all the managers"
"Wait what? So sudden? I don't think I'm ready for that" Marcus said.
"Sure you are, don't worry I'll guide you, but for now I want you to have something"
"So are you the one who sent me the $100,000,000,000?" Marcus enquired.
"Yes I am"
"Then why'd you ask that question, it felt like a scam at first"
"I wanted to know how you'll react after hearing such an amount. I already knew you weren't living so well, so I wanted to test your morals. First I thought you would reply hastily begging for it, but you didn't. Then next I sent you the money, thinking you would make a lot of spendings out of it, but still you didn't. Why though?"
Richard became curious.
"I would touch a money I knew nothing of, I thought it was a mistake, hoping that the owner would call back, but no one called"
"That explains you have a good upbringing, and would be a good and disciplined leader"
Richard walked from his chair, then went to a part of the office, returning with a briefcase that has the family's logo on it, a stylish b.
"This belongs to only the head of the Blackwoods, I've kept it safe for twenty six years now" Richard said before opening the case, Marcus expected many things to be in it, but there was only one item, a black card, with a golden b logo.
"This is the most precious item in the Blackwoods, it holds all the earnings of the Family's WebChain, an exclusive credit card embedded with a DNA recognition system that requires the user's unique DNA pattern for activation. The card has a built-in scanner that reads the user's DNA before allowing any transaction, so basically only a true Blackwood can use the card."
Marcus' head felt like it would drop on the floor, so much for just a credit card, however it was made specific for only a Blackwood, he sure would like to give
it a try to see if he was truly the person they were looking for.
"Can I test the card?" He asked.
"Yes sure you can, it's yours you can do whatever you want with it" Richard said.Richard then signaled Sam, as he went out then shortly he returned with a machine, kind of a smaller version of an ATM machine. He then placed it at the table."You can test it now Marcus, you can withdraw any amount you can think of" Richard said."No that wouldn't be needed, it's just for verification so I'll just check the balance"Richard noded, Marcus picked up the card, immediately his hands sensor touched it the golden symbol beamed green, Marcus was shocked as he had never seen anything like it before, however Sam and Richard just smiled, he was really the one.Marcus slotted the card into the machine and requested for a balance enquiry, he didn't need to input a password as it just automatically fulfilled the request.Marcus almost threw the machine away seeing the account balance it showed, he couldn't even count the so many zeros, it was far more than any billion or trillion. The wealth of the
Marcus was in his room, searching for the perfect clothes to put on, all the suits were super expensive, but he wasn't used to all these things, so was confused on what to wear. They all looked so good that it was hard to choose one."Can I come in young master?" Sam's voice was heard, Marcus turned and saw him, he forgot to lock the door, an old habit of his."Oh sure, of course" he said, as Sam came in. Sam was already dressed up, he sure was a handsome body built man, donned in a blue suit, it was obviously expensive. He held a briefcase with him."The boss asked me to give you this," he said, handing over the case to Marcus.Marcus dropped it on his bed, then opened the briefcase, it was his black card and a phone, Marcus's attention was drawn by the newly made phone."Customized?" He asked as he picked it from the case."Affirmative"The phone was designed in a unique way, the back of the phone was covered with diamonds, real diamonds, it has an iPhone 14 type of camera, it was s
The hall later became quiet as everyone was anticipating on Marcus to give a speech."Ladies and Gentlemen, esteemed members of this remarkable conglomerate, I stand before you tonight not merely as a newcomer, but as a bearer of legacy and evolution. " Hearing the voice Maxwell was certain it was the Marcus he knew, but he still wasn't so sure, he can't help himself but doubt it, it seems impossible, no it can be him."As the newly revealed heir to this distinguished empire, I am both honored and humbled by the weight of responsibility that accompanies this legacy." He continued."The tapestry of this business, woven by the collective toil and vision of those who came before me, stands as a testament to the pinnacle of excellence we have achieved. Tonight, I stand at the threshold of a new era, one characterized by the fusion of tradition and innovation, a chapter I am ardently committed to scribing with each of you. Let us, collectively, inscribe a tale that transcends the bounds of
"Win her back? That's never gonna happen Uncle, she never truly loved me, that's why she left me for another guy." Marcus said his thirst for vengeance still visible in his eyes."The choice is always yours Marcus, but don't get too hard on yourself" Richard adviced."Thanks uncle Richard""Do you care for some drink?" Richard asked widening his eye."Nah, I don't do alcohol" "Then we'll go for non alcohol""Alright""Come over here Sam" Richard called out to Sam, he had been around Marcus all along, even Marcus wasn't even aware, and he smiled how professional Sam is with his job, he never gets his eyes of him.Sam answered to Richard, as he was sent to order for a wine, Richard's favourite non alcoholic wine. The screaming eagle, one of the most expensive wine ever made.In less than an hour Sam returned with the wine on a small fancy tray, allong with two glasses."Toast on your new life" Richard said as he poured for both of them and they both made a toast.The party was soon ove
"What's wrong with you Marcus, you think your little act of bravery now makes you at the same level with Maxwell? He's…""Shut the hell up Hannah, you have no right to tell me what to do, and who told you I was trying to compare myself with your so-called boyfriend?" Marcus cut Hannah's word, making her look at him in shock, indeed he has changed."How dare you raise your voice on my fiance!" Said a defensive Maxwell."You mean your fiance who's a public figure? Oh pardon my manners" Marcus taunted."Let's just go inside babe, he's lost his mind" Hannah said as she pulled Maxwell inside the building, feeling embarrassed.Marcus watched in smile as they went in, he dipped his hands in his pocket and made a relieved smile before turning back to his car. Sam, on seeing him, quickly opened the door as he walked in before the car zoomed off.***Maxwell and Hannah were greeted respectfully by the staff, as they both ent
Maxwell hesitated outside the bathroom door, his conscience heavy with regret. Softly knocking, he called, "Hannah, can we talk? I didn't mean to hurt you; I just let my frustration get the best of me. I hate seeing you upset, and I want to make things right between us. Please, let me apologize properly."After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Hannah's teary-eyed gaze. She sniffled, looking both hurt and defensive. "Maxwell, you can't just say things like that. It hurts, you know?"Maxwell took a step closer, his expression remorseful. "I know, and I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was frustrated, and I let it out on you. It was wrong, and I regret it."Hannah folded her arms, still visibly upset. "Regret doesn't change what you said."He nodded, acknowledging her pain. "You're right. I should never have told you to shut up. I respect you, and you deserve better."Silence lingered for a moment before Hannah sighed, relenting a bit. "It's just... I don't want to f
Maxwell sat at his desk, his face a mask of frustration and rage. It's been four days and the new boss has refused to reply to his texts. He even requested for the project approval but it was declined for no reason. He was all alone today, Hannah didn't come with him today, for some reason he's now extra cautious about whatever he does, not to get in trouble.Maxwell scrolled through the computer in his front, checking the informations from other companies owned by the Blackwoods, and their project offers were already accepted and even begun. So why's his different, why is it only in the H&M industry? Something isn't right, it's as though for a particular reason the new head boss is targeting on their company. In the middle of his thoughts the door was knocked."Who is it? I'm busy" he asked."Sir it's me Henry" Henry replied."Not now Henry, I'm not in the mood for work" Maxwell said with a frown.‘Sure you're not. You're always not in the mood for work' Henry mocked within himself.
"How many times have I warned you not to call me a thing? I thought we'd settled this some days ago?" Marcus said with a serious face."What do you think you are doing here? Dressed in a borrowed suit, have you also come here looking for a job the same way you came to H&M? you begger!" Maxwell blasted him with insults.The guards immediately set out to interfere, but Marcus immediately signaled them not to, otherwise by now Maxwell would be crawling home without a limb."What are you doing here Maxwell? What'd you want?" Marcus asked with a calm expression."I should be the one asking you that, what on earth do you think you are doing in the Blackwood's mansion of all places, have you no shame walking in a place that is worth ten times more than your life?" Maxwell taunted."What's wrong with me being here? Am I not as human as everyone else? Or does that make you surprised?" “Don't ever compare yourself with others, y
As the sun began to rise over the city, casting a golden glow on the streets, Clara and her team stood outside the docks, their breaths still heavy from the fight. With Magnus apprehended and his henchmen scattered, the sense of victory was palpable.“Is it really over?” Mara asked, her eyes reflecting the morning light.“Feels like it,” Clara replied, a cautious smile creeping onto her face. “We’ve fought too hard for this to slip away now.”Marcus stepped forward, pulling out his phone to call the authorities. “They’ll want to take Magnus into custody. This time, he won’t be able to wriggle his way out of it.”As the police sirens wailed in the distance, a mixture of relief and anticipation washed over the group. Clara could hardly believe how far they had come since they had first banded together to confront the darkness in their city.In the following days, word spread about Magnus's defeat and the disbandment of his criminal network. The community began to breathe a sigh of relie
Together, they had become a force to be reckoned with, as they shared a collective nod, a silent agreement that they were all in this together. Marcus carefully jimmied the lock open. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with rusted machinery and crates.“Stay quiet,” Marcus whispered, leading the way with Clara right behind him. They moved in a tight formation, with Mara and Eli covering the rear.As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, the sounds of muffled voices began to filter through the walls. Clara’s heart raced—this was it. They were getting closer to the action.“Let’s split up,” Marcus suggested, peeking around a corner. “Mara, you take the left side. Clara, you and Eli cover the right. We’ll converge at the main room in the center.”“Got it,” Clara replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She and Eli moved stealthily down the right corridor, keeping low and watching for any signs of movement.The voices grew louder as they approached
As they shared a collective nod, a silent agreement that they were all in this together, Marcus carefully jimmied the lock open. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with rusted machinery and crates.“Stay quiet,” Marcus whispered, leading the way with Clara right behind him. They moved in a tight formation, with Mara and Eli covering the rear.As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, the sounds of muffled voices began to filter through the walls. Clara’s heart raced—this was it. They were getting closer to the action.“Let’s split up,” Marcus suggested, peeking around a corner. “Mara, you take the left side. Clara, you and Eli cover the right. We’ll converge at the main room in the center.”“Got it,” Clara replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She and Eli moved stealthily down the right corridor, keeping low and watching for any signs of movement.The voices grew louder as they approached the main room. Clara exchanged a determined glance with
.“Are we really done with Magnus?” Eli asked, stretching as he joined Clara, his face still a mix of exhaustion and disbelief.“Only for now,” Clara replied, glancing at Marcus and Mara, who were going over the plans for their next move. “But it feels good to know we stood up to him. He won’t be back anytime soon.”Marcus looked up, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We need to regroup and figure out what’s next. Magnus may be in custody, but we know he has allies. We can’t let our guard down.”Mara nodded in agreement. “And we need to find out what else he was planning. There’s got to be more to it than just controlling the city through fear.”“Right,” Clara said, her mind racing with the possibilities. “Let’s start by gathering any information we can. We need to dig deeper into his operations.”As the day unfolded, they began strategizing. Clara took charge, flipping through notes and files they had collected over time. “We need to hit his connections hard. If we can disrupt the
Eli groaned but pushed himself up, adrenaline surging through him despite the throbbing pain in his ribs. “I’m good,” he gasped, his eyes darting to the downed guard. “Let’s finish this!”“Good,” Marcus said, his breath steadying as he turned back to the entrance, where the chaos was still unfolding. “Clara, stick close to me. Eli, take the rear. We need to find a way to secure this place before Magnus decides to make an appearance.”“Right!” Clara replied, determination etched on her face. Together, they charged further into the heart of the factory, the sound of the fireworks still booming outside, providing a cacophony that masked their movements.As they navigated through the maze of machinery and crates, the atmosphere grew thicker with tension. Clara’s instincts kicked in, and she felt a sense of urgency pushing her forward. They needed to find Magnus and stop him before he could mobilize his men.“Where do you think he is?” Mara whispered, glancing around at the shadows that lo
As the group approached the factory, the moonlight cast eerie shadows over the crumbling walls. They could see the faint outline of guards patrolling the perimeter, their silhouettes shifting in the dim light. Clara felt her heart race, every instinct in her body screaming that they were heading into danger. Yet, beneath that fear was a resolute determination to confront Magnus and end this once and for all.“Okay, remember the plan,” Marcus whispered, his voice steady despite the tension. “Mara and Eli, you’ll set off the fireworks on the east side while Clara and I create a distraction on the north entrance.”“Got it,” Mara replied, glancing at Eli, who nodded in agreement.As they moved into position, Clara could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on her. She glanced at Marcus, who was scanning the area with a focused intensity. “Are you ready for this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.“I have to be,” he replied, determination flashing in his eyes. “For everyon
“I still can’t believe Magnus is out there,” Clara said, pacing the small room, her brow furrowed with concern. “He’s not the type to back down easily.”Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw set in determination. “He’ll come back. We need to prepare for whatever he’s planning. We can’t underestimate him again.”Mara, sitting on a makeshift bench, rubbed her temples, still feeling the tension from the fight. “What if he tries to retaliate against us personally? He knows who we are now.”Eli, leaning against the table, chimed in. “We need to gather intel on his operations. If we know where he’s hiding or what he’s planning, we can strike first.”“Good idea,” Marcus replied, his mind racing with possibilities. “But how do we find him? He has a network, and we’re just a small team.”Just then, Clara’s phone buzzed, breaking the tension in the air. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from concern to curiosity. “It’s a text from a contact I haven’t heard from
With the remaining henchmen falling one by one, it became clear that the tide was turning. The cacophony of chaos seemed to intensify, but Marcus’s focus sharpened on Magnus, who was now cornered against the wall, his bravado fading.“Looks like your little party is crashing down, Magnus,” Marcus taunted, stepping closer, his fists clenched.Magnus glared, anger burning in his eyes. “You think this is over? You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”“Maybe not, but I know what I’m going to do next,” Marcus said, his voice low and threatening. He motioned to Eli, who nodded and moved to flank Magnus.Suddenly, Magnus lunged toward a nearby table, grabbing a glass bottle and swinging it at Marcus. The glass shattered against the wall just inches from Marcus’s head.“Careful!” Marcus shouted, ducking just in time.Mara, ever vigilant, charged forward again, this time aiming a solid punch directly at Magnus’s jaw. The force of her hit sent him staggering backward. “You won’t get away thi
The days that followed the ambush were a blur of activity for Marcus, Mara, Clara, and Eli. Each moment was filled with tension, anticipation, and the weight of what lay ahead. They meticulously planned their counterattack against Magnus and his henchmen, determined to turn the tables and regain control of their lives.The small, dimly lit warehouse they had chosen as their temporary headquarters buzzed with energy as they gathered around a large table cluttered with maps, photos, and notes. Marcus pointed at a large map of the city spread out before them.“Alright, here’s the plan,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative. “We know that Magnus operates out of several locations, but we believe he’s using this old warehouse on the outskirts of town as his base of operations.”Clara leaned closer, her finger tracing a route on the map. “If we can get the jump on them here, we can cut off any escape routes they might have. It’s a perfect setup for an ambush.”“Exactly,” Marcus agree