Why Does The Stepmother Blackmail The Protagonist In Blackmailed By My Gorgeous Stepmother?

Emma is in her late teens, struggling to make ends meet. In a turn of events, she plots to blackmail a wealthy man because she has his secrets.

When your fiancé and step-dad clash at your engagement party Your step-dad, young and handsome, has been single since he took you in 🤔 You thought he hated you, thinking you were just a burden But on the eve of your wedding, your fiancé abuses you, and you have nowhere to run 😩 So you escape to your step-dad's house for shelter… only to find out, after all these years, he wants you every day 💖🔥

My stepmother, Mary, hated me to the bone. All because when I was little, I went to a classmate’s house to play and forgot to close the courtyard gate. Her son ran onto the road and was hit to death by a car. My father loved my younger brother the most. After learning what happened, he was heartbroken. “Were you jealous of your brother? That’s why you deliberately left the gate open?” I desperately explained that I had closed the gate, but Dad didn’t believe me. He locked me in the basement and raised me like a dog for the rest of my life. Until one day, when Dad went on a business trip, Mary didn’t give me any food for three days. Starving, I crawled upstairs to the kitchen to look for something to eat. That was when I saw Mary sitting on a man’s lap, saying softly, “If you hadn’t forgotten to close the gate back then, I wouldn’t be living in fear every day of my husband finding out… We’re the ones who killed Ethan.” Only then did I understand that I wasn’t the one who had forgotten to close the gate and caused my brother to run outside, but my stepmother’s lover. Just as I was about to sneak back to the basement, my stepmother noticed me. “What did you hear? No! I can’t let your father find out that I killed our own son!” In a panic, she grabbed me and threw me down the stairs, killing me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the car hit my brother. I blinked my innocent, childlike eyes and pointed upstairs, speaking in a soft, baby voice, “Dad, I closed the gate. It was the man in Mom’s bedroom who didn’t!”

My physics teacher held up my test paper with an 18-point score in front of all the students and parents and said, “Students like this are hopeless. I don’t even know how someone like this passed the high school entrance exam. “I didn’t think there was a way to cheat on the high school entrance exam, but it turns out there is. It gives people like this a chance to cheat.” He did not just insult my intelligence but also questioned my character and family. “Well, it’s not surprising. Only a junk-collecting family could raise a kid like this.” I curled up in my seat, too scared to say anything. But my stepmom could not stand it anymore. She smacked the chalk box off his desk, pointed at him, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?! “I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and book fees! How did it turn into us being a junk-collecting family?! “You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!” For some reason, she suddenly seemed imposing and heroic to me.

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

**WARNING** This is not your typical love story—older heroine, younger man. Contains explicit s*xual themes, violence, and a forbidden relationship. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * * * * * * Madeline Bennet thought she had finally found her happily ever after, only to have it shattered in one night. Betrayed and burning with humiliation, she runs straight into the arms of a stranger who knows exactly how to make her forget everything. Younger. Bolder. Addictive in ways she never saw coming. But when morning comes, the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined—he’s her husband’s estranged son... and the ruthless mafia lord feared by everyone. Dominic Morvanti doesn’t do feelings. He owns. He claims. He destroys boundaries. Not even his father’s wife can stop him. Torn between the ruins of her past and a temptation that burns like wildfire, can Madeline resist him? Or will she surrender to a desire that could destroy her and everything she’s ever loved? * * * * * * * * * * “I'm your father's wife,” I swallowed hard, “—your stepmother.” He leaned closer, his voice velvet and rough against my skin. “You're not my stepmother. You're my perfect little slut.”