Blackmail Sister Stories Novels & Stories

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

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.

"My elder sister, who I hadn't seen in almost four years, came to my office yesterday. She has incriminating pictures and is threatening to show the world." Scott's expression softened slightly, replaced by a mixture of surprise and concern. "Your biological sister? Why would she do that?" I nodded, my anxiety spiking as I recalled the events. "Laura. She's... complicated. She's been on the wrong side of the law for years, and now she's using this as leverage.... I don't know. She wants to ruin me." He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe this. You're dealing with your sister's blackmail while keeping it from me? Jessica, we're married. Fake or not, we made a commitment to each othe

I asked. "Could it be me? Does she also want me dead?" I thought. "Apparently, the killer is blackmailing her," the detective blurted, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Blackmailing?" I uttered in a whisper, trying to make sense of what the detective had said. "What do you mean, blackmailing her?" "Well, the killer vowed to drop your sister's name if he were ever caught. He vowed to expose her as one of his clients, so I'm guessing to shut him up, your sister had no other choice but to pay him off," he said.

I was going to use their same strategy against them and ruin them. I will make them so miserable and leave them with nothing. “This is so pathetic. It’s almost unbelievable.” Stacey added, while I then took my phone, swiped some pages and then passed it to her. It was a video of the two making love in the guest room. The moment Stacey saw Sonia’s face, she paused and zoomed. “What’s the problem? Do you know her?” I asked while she nodded. “Yes, this is the same girl who blackmailed my brother and almost ruined him!” She exclaimed while my face lit up with shock.

If someone had told Lucas that he’d be in the situation he was in, he’d probably knee the person in the balls and then punch him in the guts just to feel better. It wasn’t just the threat—he’d faced plenty since his rise to power, and this wouldn’t be the last. But this one was different, far more effective. Especially coming from her lips. Mia Roseford, his Mia, even if she was hell-bent on ignoring it. Her eyes widened in fear as she waited for the condition he would set. He was beyond hurt. He would have given it to her if she approached him politely. Instead, she had turned to blackmail. Was that really what he was worth to her?

She was yet so sad but she had to console herself for her sister who had no one else in the world but her. She had knocked on all the doors: those of her friends, her parents, but nothing. Now she realized how much her family was surrounded by pretense. The kind of friends who only support you when things are going well. She learned from her father's secretary that he had not pledged their vacation home on the lake. Because her sister's treatment was an emergency, she was forced to sell it and was able to pay for the treatment for a year...

His parents were just as rich as hers were and would definitely bail him out if anything went wrong. Plus, she wanted the thrill of knowing she could get a taste of him, knowing that would increase her chances of not going to jail for her court cases. She openly smiled, her stoic expression turning into a beautiful one. Dylan marveled at how beautiful she was even when she was clearly a bit cuckoo in the head - who would dare to blackmail their own sister?! “Do you want to know a secret, Dylan?” She leaned closer to him and he could smell the alcohol on her breath. “I already have a plan.”

“Hey!” “Shut up!” He admonished her, “and stop wasting your time with kids.” “Don't worry, I won't miss the chance of taking around Lisa and tell her all of my favourite stories about you!” “You wouldn't dare,” Ruben growled. “I most definitely will. That's what sisters are for.” She said cheekily. “Ok. Well, you just wait until you meet your mate. I've got stories too.” “Just you try it R. You may be the Alpha, but I have some great blackmail stories."

Almost insanely, Isabella disturbed the atmosphere with her loud laugh. She remembered the moment Charles seemed to be blackmailing her. Or perhaps he was actually blackmailing her, she pondered, her forehead wearing a little crease. Regardless what it was, Isabella was more than glad that he didn't back away when he saw her situation. She was glad he stayed. Because of his little act, she found strength again and she became more than ready to try out the idea of leaving Gabriel again. And thanks to the man she loved with everything she had, the plan which failed so many times in the past worked out and she finally found that freedom.