Blackmail Novels & Stories

Until Eleonor stands up and holds her sister's hand and says: “We’re going to be arrested, that is, I’m going to be arrested or killed!”, he shouts, “I’m not delusional, my sister. Our past has come to light and the facts are being used to blackmail us!”, he lowers his tone. “Blackmailed with a suitcase full of money...? Like this...? what relationship does one thing have with the other?”, he asks pointing to the suitcase, “this is called bribery and, whoever is bribed... is the one who agrees to give something in return... At least that's how I understand it...”, confused and nervous.

I closed my eyes and listened to the slow rise and fall of his chest until my heartbeat stilled enough to be measured under my own palm. Then my phone buzzed. At first I thought it might be Joe saying something about Klaus, or a message from Clara asking if I was okay. Instead, the screen lit up with a name I already hated: the blackmailer. I read it and my breath went out of me in a small, hot rush. 😈: I need 20 million dollars in the next 24 hours to keep your dirty little secret for life and I will delete the video. If not I will send it to the press.

“I’ve got lots of these, pretty. I’ll keep sending one each day until I decide to tell you what I want. I can have these posted, and you won’t want that. Just be a good girl until our next meeting.” Panic seized me. I felt sick. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, my mind racing. He was blackmailing me. This wasn’t just some drunken mistake anymore; it was a full-blown nightmare. What did he want? Money? Power? Or just to ruin me? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my erratic breathing, but my entire body was trembling. I opened my eyes and stared at the message, swallowing the lump in my throat. My voice was barely above a whisper when I f

“I already told you that I`m not here to play a fucking game with you. If you know me too well, you will also know that i'm not scared of anyone. That's why I'm playing this deadly game in the first place. “Of course I know. Coming here alone as I told you already determined how brave you are. I will get straight to the point. I will keep your secret safe while you give me something in return.” “And what the fuck do you want?” “Money. What else would I want from you or would you give me your body instead.” he replied with a dirty smirk. Elizabeth scoffed. So he's trying to blackmail her. She knows that his request for money as a way to keep his mouth shut won'

She comes at me again, her nails raking across my forearm, leaving red welts in their wake. Through the chaos, I catch a glimpse of the blackmailer standing by the table, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. He’s not moving to intervene, not even pretending to care. Instead, he looks… amused. His eyes glint with a twisted kind of delight, like he’s watching a particularly entertaining show. “Well, damn,” he drawls, his voice filled with mockery. “Lisa, you’re unhinged. What’s got you so worked up? Scared, your little secrets are gonna come out?” He says.

“Want me to stop? Tell me to stop. Or… admit it.” “Admit what?” I whispered. He pumped harder, His jaw clenched and his voice was fucking hoarse and annoyingly sexy. “Admit you want me detective, Admit it, Alessia. Say it and I’ll let the kids go.” The air froze and My heart slammed against my ribs. This was blackmail. Dirty, low, twisted blackmail—but goddammit, it was working. Because part of me—a very sick, broken part—was wet and burning with need watching him jerk himself like that. And I hated it.

“ Tania swallowed her own panic and tried to take control of the situation, approaching her to comfort her: ”Calm down, Camila. Breathe. The email said we have exactly 24 hours to send eight million to that Swiss account. Obviously, whoever did this just wants to blackmail us. It's purely a financial issue!" Just give them the money to shut whoever it is up and get the original files back! Any problem that can be solved with money isn't a real problem! Camila stopped abruptly. She turned to the agent with wide eyes, breathing heavily, looking on the verge of madness.

Another voice responded-Richard, speaking English with obvious nervousness: "What if my father discovers my embezzlement before Catherine's eliminated?” "Then we accelerate her death. But Richard, understand if you fail, if you expose our arrangement, your family pays the price. Cooperate completely or watch everyone you love die." "I understand." The recording ended. I stared at the screen, processing what I'd heard. Richard had been blackmailed, threatened, coerced into murdering my mother. It didn't excuse his actions, but it explained them. "There are dozens more recordings like this," the tech said. "Dmitri blackmailing ope

The smooth smile on his face reflected his success. The person picked up the champagne bottle and threw it with full power on the portrait and shouted “Blackmailing the business tycoon! What a game! I am just too good” the lips curved with an evil smirk on the face. ………. 6 months ago Mumbai, India the city of dreams. Aarav Sinha is a 34 years old bachelor business tycoon of India. The business was first set up by his father along with a few business partners but the majority of shareholding belongs to Sinha’s. Today he is the 80% sole owner of the industry, he had many rivals but was the most desirable man for the ladies. He is the best in every way, many trie

“But to answer your question, yes. I am blackmailing you.” He could not believe this. She was being impossible! Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his worn-out Levi's, he straightened his back and towered over her. “If you want money, consider it done. I will give you as much as you want.” “No.” Kelsey gave her head a shake and laughed as if she had found him funny. “I do not want your money.” The look she gave him was the look of someone who knew well that she had won. “I want you.”