Blackmail Sister Stories Novels & Stories

he teases. I shake my head as I walk to my desk and pull out the blackmail letters, “Yes, but also a friend.” I admit, handing them to him. Derrick looks confused but takes the letters and opens them up, looking at the letters and pictures. His eyes bulge as he reads them and he then turns and looks at me; holy shit, you are being blackmailed?!

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

“I was blackmailed.” Linden snorted. “Yeah, it all comes down to the blackmail, is it? Now that you admitted, we’re not interested to know the rest.” Linden did not show interest as he rose to his feet. Maybe his tactics. He was good at this job. I gave him credit for that. “Wait! Gary is insane. He’s gonna hurt my sister if I don’t do what he says.” “Who’s Gary? Where’s your sister?” “She’s in Queens. Gary Merick Jr. showed me the live feed. Someone has been watching my sister.”

I had bigger problems to focus on. As I drove away from the compound to meet with my promiscuous manager at his office, I couldn't help but blame my sister for the predicament I was now in. If she'd had been there when I needed a friend, maybe I wouldn't have felt the need to seek this wolf in sheep's clothing and end up being blackmailed. But it'd been that way since she discovered my uncreative attempts at either getting back at her for being the loved one or taking her life. She'd stopped trusting me enough for heart to hearts and it was all her fault.

“That night when you returned home after partying, I saw you clinging to a guy. Although he had his back towards me, I could still get a clear picture of you both hugging.” Krystal’s eyes widened in horror. She took a clear look at the picture, and the events from that night resurfaced in her memories. She knew Nora wasn’t lying because it did happen. What, she didn’t expect that Nora would be shameless enough to capture it and blackmail her. She couldn’t believe it. “You just did not.” Weren’t they supposed to be sisters? Best friends? Just a minute ago she was crying and begging in front of her to let her stay, and now she was blackmailing her.

The screen filled with an endless scroll of wire transfers, every single one made out to Anna Blackthorne. The most recent was just three months ago. Half a million dollars. The note read: Happy graduation trip, little sister. I remember that day. I'd just lost a massive international deal. The losses were crippling. The family elders were already calling for my head. But when she'd called, whining and begging in that little-girl voice, I didn't hesitate. "Sister, can you send me another half a mil? Rome is so expensive, and all my friends are going on a graduation trip. I don't want to be the odd one out."

She just copied it blindly. The joke was, my whole life's work was stolen, just because she submitted it two hours before me. The sleepless nights I’d spent in front of the cauldron, my eyes raw from the fumes. The burns that littered my hands. It was all a joke. My own sister, Cora. She stood in the crowd below the stage, her eyes red, staring at me in disbelief. "Sister, why did you steal my recipe?" Cora sobbed, her body trembling in front of the entire pack and the Alliance leaders. "I trusted you so much, I even showed you my first draft..."

“What do you mean by that?” “Aww. C'mon you're not new to this Bella. I want you to fuck my brother in front of me.” I didn’t move. “Or both of us, tomorrow night. You let us have you after you get the document. That's the price you pay.” I swallowed, I didn't argue further. “Deal.” I said. Because Camilla’s blackmail was worse. And I was ready to pay whatever price to keep the videos buried. Sasha kissed me once more on the lips. “Let's have fun.” She said, reaching out to rub my cheeks.

Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy. Too happy. My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side. His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry. How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others? How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...