Novel & Cerita Blackmail Book

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

It's as if the shimmer is an unspoken challenge daring me to learn if he lives up to my fantasies and his reputation. I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis." He doesn't correct me, and since he called me Miss Jones, I surmise we are being professional for the sake of the others in the office. Of course, I've told Shana all about the deal I proposed to Duncan; however, I didn't tell any of my coworkers. It hardly seemed appropriate lunchroom talk. "So guess what I did today? Wrong. I blackmailed Mr. Willis into being my plus-one for a wedding in a podunk town in Indiana. Nope. Really. Well, he agreed because I caught him in a compromising situation that I didn't report. Oh, and we'll be sharing a be

I answered with fear. A voice I did not know spoke. “Bring the money Mr Havisham gave you to the warehouse tonight. All of it. Or the full video with Liam at the party goes public tomorrow.” Liam watched my face change. “Who is that? Maya tell me.” I ended the call. My hands shook. The blackmailers wanted the money now. If I did not give it they would destroy me completely. Liam stood there ready to help. But telling him everything might put him in danger too.

I took a step back, but my spine immediately hit Asher’s massive, rock-hard chest. Asher’s large hands came down onto my waist, his long fingers digging into my skin right through the fabric of my navy blue blazer. He leaned down, his rough chin scraping against the sensitive skin of my neck as he growled low in his throat. "You think you're just an accountant to us, doll? Look at your hand. You're wearing our master encryption keys. You ran the numbers that broke your ex-husband. You watched us kill the Romanovs last night without blinking. You’re already a Blackwood. Your blood is just the last piece of the puzzle."

I instructed her firmly, smiling to myself as I thought of what I was about to do. Lisa had a lot of questions, she doesn’t understand why I would want to meet with the rest of these guys barely two days after their mentor tried to abuse and rape me. I didn’t want her to know about all this, but her endless questions pushed me to tell her why I decided to do this. I had to inform her about Hayley and her plots to separate Nathan and I. It was only after I told her about Hayley that she understood why I wanted to blackmail these bastards. She seemed to understand me perfectly, I could hear the smile in her voice as she gladly supported me and agreed to send out the emails immediately. I hope

“You might have summoned me or whatever, but you are not in charge. So listen up. I’ll get the key—after you tell me more about what’s going on.” “You and your ‘afters.’” He scowled at her, the long length of his lashes stirred together and guarding the essence of his dual-colored irises. “This is blackmail.” As annoyed as he seemed, he also seemed…proud. Why proud? In and out she breathed, luxuriating in the scent of ocean and rain. Far stronger now than when she’d dreamed or read the book. “Yes, it’s blackmail, and I won’t back down.” Harsh of her, but she doubted the moment she released him, he’d nourish first, taste her, then race out the door, leaving her behind without giving her a sin

Marcus asked in confusion. “Blackmail.” I smirked. “You see, everyone’s got secrets. And some idiots store them digitally in the form of pictures or texts. And I love to find them out.” I explained. “You’re evil, Mia.” Marcus chuckled. “I just know how to get the work done.” I corrected him. “By the way, I might have seen your yearbook picture.” I smirked as all the colours drained from his face. “No.” His voice was nothing more than a faint whisper as he looked at me with horror in his eyes.

Money follows money. So they say, she smelt rich and so was Marley and together, they made a perfect match, perfect enough to own a heated romance novel cover; both clinging champagne flutes with wealthy smiles on their faces in an extremely luminous ballroom with huge crystal chandeliers here and there or better still, him holding her delicate fingers against his thick chest with the other firmly fastened on the arch of her back as their beam of smiles darken each other's eyes. "Zaphrina it's not what you think, she's-" she heard Marley's pleading voice fade away with each step she took.

“Every night you’ll stay late. Every hole will belong to me and if you’re very good, I might even let you keep your job… and your secrets.” I looked up at him, still leaking his cum, my body trembling with aftershocks, and whispered the only truth left in me. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” The blackmail had become something far more dangerous. I was completely, willingly and wickedly ruined.

Michael had used to blackmail me was already neutralized. I stepped onto the stage, walking toward Daniel as the “Black Ledger” began to scroll behind us—thousands of lines of embezzled funds, forged signatures, and the Macau gambling debts that had hollowed out the Blackwood soul. “The truth is a foundation, Daniel,” I said, my voice carrying through the silent hall without the help of a microphone. “But you forgot one thing about foundations.” I reached out and grabbed his hand, the one still clutching the useless remote. I squeezed it, leanng in close so only he could hear me over the gasps of the elite.