Blackmail Book Novels & Stories

However, her heart leaned towards Alston Smith, thinking that her father was despicable! So when Michael Lee asked Mandy to steal trade secrets again, she firmly refused! She was a clever girl. Although she was naive, she wasn't ignorant. If she continued to listen to Michael Lee, Noblefull Group could become history and Alston Smith's fate would be sealed. So Mandy refused! However, Michael Lee used her identity to blackmail her. If she didn't comply, he would reveal the truth to Alston Smith. Mandy was scared. She didn't want Alston Smith to hate her.

I wanted him to enjoy fucking me, to have him sneak into my room, so he could have a taste of my pussy. Blackmailing him won’t give me that, he would just fuck me like it was some chore, and not some passionate act. “I can’t stoop that low,” I said, “besides blackmailing is a crime. What if he hates me after?” The thought made a thick feeling coil in my chest. Another snicker slipped out of her lip, grating my ears. “Lu darling, no man is going to hate you because you blackmailed him into having sex with you,” she said, “trust me it would only make it easier as he wouldn’t blame himself for fucking his best friend’s daughter.”

He watched Jessica still fiddling with her phone and he looked at the phone. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Trying to send Eddie a message. I had blocked him earlier so I couldn't find his number. Please send it to me,” she asked. “Let him sweat a bit. He will watch how he talks to you in future,” Richard said. He put the phone away and pulled her close. His night was getting better and better. As the senior, Richard Carter, was enjoying his night, the younger, Eddie Carter, was just starting to live in his blackmail nightmare. He had just sent a huge amount of money on cryptocurrency to his blackmailer. The blackmailer had promised to make more detailed demands at the break of dawn. All h

“You’re not so perfect after all, huh? Do the needful or I’ll send these pictures to her, and she’ll finally see what you are.” I stared at the words confused. It wasn’t just about the pictures, he was also being blackmailed. I scrolled to the sender. It was from a burner email. No name, no trace. “Oh my God,” I whispered. If this was blackmail, then what did it mean? Did Dante actually cheat and someone was using it to ruin him or was it worse? Could someone have set him up? But why? And why hide the pictures in an envelope in his study if he had nothing to hide?

“Church girl by day, desperate slut by night. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Lira.” His fingers moved faster. Circles turning into light slaps. The wet slap-slap-slap echoed softly in the small booth. I bit my lip to stay quiet. Someone could still be in the building. He leaned over me, chest against my back. “Don’t make a sound. Good girls stay silent while their blackmailer plays with their pussy.” The pressure built fast. Shame and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger. Just as I was about to come he pulled his hand away.

“Meet us at the front gates at five o’clock. Do not be late.” They turned in unison and walked away, moving with that effortless, arrogant grace that only came from having far too much money and zero real consequences. I sat alone in the library for a long time, staring blindly at my muddy backpack. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely zip the bag shut. Blackmail. They were actively blackmailing me over a stupid, embarrassing journal. “Screw that,” I whispered fiercely into the empty room. I wasn’t some helpless, tragic victim. I wasn’t going to just roll over and let three over-privileged psychopaths hold my entire life hostage. There were rules here. There was an administration. Th

“Then you let it go far enough. A kiss. His hand on your waist. Maybe lower. Just enough to get clear footage. The second it crosses the line you want, you pull back. Scream if you have to. ‘I’m not interested. Stop.’ Then you show him the camera feed on your phone. Tell him you recorded everything. That you’re done playing games. That unless he changes the F to at least a B, or better, an A, you’ll make sure the whole department, his fiancée, the dean, and everyone see exactly what kind of man he is.” My stomach flipped. “Blackmail.” “Survival,” she corrected. “He started this when he failed you out of spite. We’re just finishing it.” I stared at the ceiling, the plan looping in my mind lik

Beads of sweat now poured from the vampire’s forehead, as I watched his thumb move on his phone to end the call, telling me whatever he was about to say to me, he didn’t want the person on the other side of the call to hear him. When the call was ended, the vampire fell to his knees, as he says to me, “Please don’t kill me. I have a family, and they threatened to kill them all if I didn’t find it.” “Find what?” I asked as I got to my feet, moving around the desk, now realizing that this vampire was being blackmailed by the heir and his men. “I don’t know exactly what it is. I was just told it was a book that was taken from the bookstore, and that it had to be here in a safe.”

And the whole day’s events came back to me in a rush. If that blackmailer threatened to tell Colt about my real motive for marrying Dean, there was a chance he knew about the Rosetta. And I was not willing to take that risk. It was one thing to blackmail us, but now that Colt was close to catching him, we had to end it. I hated that I had to do this, become more indebted to my aunt. But there in the cold air, I sent her a long email, detailing everything that had happened so far, attaching copies of all the blackmail materials, even the sex video, to my eternal shame.

“Very few people know about this, the ones who do are either part of the Dalloz family, or dead. We cannot embarrass our family by telling anyone this, and the dead cannot speak.” Racheal watched him, speechless. “Danna Sherrod started getting blackmailed recently. After paying countless blackmail money, she decided to kill her blackmailer. But her blackmailer was smart, he put the evidence in the capital vault. There was no way Danna could get it, even as the president’s wife, she would need his permission and he would find out her secret.” Racheal felt she needed air. She was slowly beginning to feel faint. “She discovered Thalia was behind the vault's robbery, and offered to help her acce