The Last Heir Of Blackwood

Chapter 07~

Later that evening, David wandered through the silence of his mansion. The house felt empty, almost lifeless. He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. Inside was the room he had reserved specifically for his daughter. The room was filled with toys, books and little decorations he believed they'd love.

He had designed it against the future, when he would have revealed his true identity and moved over to his home with his family. Sadly, his in-laws fucked up in the way he least expected.

David stepped inside, running his fingers over a small desk by the window. He picked up a drawing she had made—a picture of their family, back when things were happy. His heart clenched.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I should have fought harder for you.”

He moved to his son’s room next, where a small collection of model cars sat neatly on a shelf. David picked up one of the cars, remembering how excited his son had been when he bought it for him.

“This isn’t over,” he said firmly, setting the car back down. “I’ll make sure you’re both back where you belong. With me.”

He left the room and returned to his study. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number.

“Mr. Grayson,” he said when the call connected. “I need to review my assets and discuss custody rights. It’s time I take back what’s mine.”

“Understood, Mr. Blackwood. Let’s schedule a meeting first thing tomorrow.” His lawyer’s voice was confident on the other end.

David ended the call and leaned back in his chair, gently rubbing his temples. He wouldn’t let Sarah and Ethan influence his children any longer. He knew this was war calling, and he was ready to fight.

David poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat by the large window overlooking the garden. The moonlight rays reflected on the glassy surface of the pool outside.

He thought back to the days when his family was intact. Sarah used to laugh at his jokes, and the kids would run around the house, filling it with joy. Then, his appearance or situation didn't matter. What mattered was the love and happiness. Now, it was a different story, and till now, he has no idea why the sudden twist of fate.

“I won’t let them grow up under his shadow,” David muttered. “They deserve better than lies and manipulation.”

As he sipped his drink, a faint smile played on his lips. He imagined the day his kids would come running into these halls, with the same happiness and love they used to share in the past. For the first time in days, he felt a sense of purpose.

At this point, it wasn't just about revenge, it was about reclaiming his family and giving his children the life they deserved.

****

The Daniels’ car pulled up to the grand entrance of Naxora Dynamics. Sarah and her father stepped out of the car.

“This is unacceptable,” Mr. Daniels said angrily. “How dare they cancel the deal without a single warning? We deserve answers.”

Sarah, equally furious, adjusted her coat. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. The Naxora's can’t treat us like this and expect us to stay quiet.”

They marched toward the entrance, but the uniformed security guards stepped in their way, blocking them.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Daniels,” one of the guards said firmly. “You don’t have permission to enter the building.”

Mr. Daniels frowned. “What do you mean we don’t have permission? We’ve been business partners with Naxora Dynamics for years!”

The guard didn’t shake. “Orders from Mr. Blackwood himself. You’re not allowed inside.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? This must be a mistake. Let us through! I need to speak to your boss personally.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, ma’am,” the guard replied.

****

High above, in his luxurious office, David stood by the large window, watching the scene unfold below. He sipped his coffee with a small, satisfied smile.

“I never knew the mighty Daniels could beg this hard,” he muttered to himself, clearly loving what he was seeing.

The sight of watching father and daughter beg was much satisfying to him than recieving a million dollars into his account. They had humiliated him, and now it was their turn to feel the sting of rejection.

****

“Please, just let us in!” Sarah pleaded. “We need to talk to him. This is important!”

Mr. Daniels was already losing his patience, he pointed a finger at the guard. “Whatbtyoe of security are you that you can't do your job properly? Do we look like strangers to you?"

The guard remained calm. “I’m sorry, sir. My orders are clear. I suggest you leave.”

"Now look here, young man. You tell your boss that if he doesn’t let us in, he’ll regret this. This is no way to treat a business partner!”

As David stood by the window, Andrew entered the room. “Sir,” he began, “is there a reason why you’re keeping the Daniels out? This seems… unlike you.”

David turned, and the smile on his face faded. “Unlike me?” He gestured toward the window. “Andrew, you weren’t there. You didn’t see what they did to me.”

Andrew’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What happened, sir?”

David leaned against his desk, crossing his arms. “After everything I did for them, they threw me out like I was nothing. They humiliated me in front of everyone. And Sarah…” He paused, trying to calm his inner anger.

Andrew remained silent, sensing this was something David needed to get off his chest.

“Sarah chose another man,” David continued, “After all the sacrifices I made, after all the sleepless nights and risks I took to ensure her family’s success, she threw it all away. For what? A man with a few dollars more in his pocket?”

Andrew nodded slowly, clearly seeing reasons to his actions.

“Now, it’s my turn. They wanted to humiliate me? Fine. But they’ll learn that I’m not someone to be tossed aside. I might have looked hopeless, but that doesn't mean I am. Let them beg. Let them suffer. They need to understand the cost of their betrayal.”

"You have our full support, sir. Whatever order you give, that we must follow."

A sly smile played on David's lips.