Novel & Cerita Blackmail Stories

I… I think I am being blackmailed. His curiosity was now piqued. Blackmailed? By whom? Ethan rubbed the back of his neck as if loath to elaborate on those two words. “My secretary, Claire, and a hacker named Ryan. They've been trying to blackmail me, Rafael. They said if I didn't comply, they'd expose me.” Rafael's face fell at that. Expose you for what?

With that, he turned to leave but Mack Black held his wrist, "Bro wait... There is a big conspiracy behind this. Someone is blackmailing her to divorce you using some sort of video in which you... I mean... You know..." Mack Black couldn't complete his sentence as he was feeling very embarrassed to say those words. He couldn't find proper words to explain it. His face turned as white as paper and turned his head on the other side. Carl Black threw a death stare at him and asked impatiently, "What did you say? Someone is blackmailing Lisa?" Mack Black didn't lift his head and continued looking at the tip of his shoes. Carl Black looked at him inquiringly, creasing his eyebrows. Then his face

Because I am married to you, I am now considered to be a member of the family legally. “Without marriage, there won't be any deal.” Anna forced down the ball of dread that had formed in the back of her throat. She mumbled to herself, "But that's the same thing as blackmail..." She gave a little shake of the head to try to clear her mind while her eyes searched his face, looking for any indication that this was all just a really horrible joke.

her answer is slow, flat but her eyes looked curtly at Alex. “It's fine… if the money used is not the result of corruption… if he is corrupt and gives the money or part of the money to someone else… for any reason, let alone a large amount, it can go into the money laundry. Criminal." Alex said firmly. While Alicia looked down, one she couldn't stand to see the face of the woman in front of her, and secondly because her eyes are already watery…she is in shock, sad to hear her uncle playing obscenely with another woman.

"To make the book as scandalous as possible. To maximize sales. She's been feeding him information. He's been updating her." Elliot's eyes narrowed. "When did this start?" "Before I met you. They'd been discussing the concept. When I changed it. Made it about teaching a virgin. They saw opportunity." "To exploit me." "Yes. But I didn't know. I swear I didn't know they were working together." "When did you find out?" "Two nights ago. After you left. She called. Told me everything." "And?" "And she's blackmailing me. Wants fifty thousand dollars. Or she tells you the whole story. Makes it look like I planned everything. Targeted you."

He explained to us how the blackmailer wants a mother-son sex video of his wife and son and it doesn’t have to be hardcore, just some scene acting, which will be enough to cause pain to my poor dad because he loves his family so much. Unbelievably, Mom dared to speak up as she muttered, “Mother and son sex is incest, which is criminal. Can’t you pay him off or buy him some videos.” His face got redder than I thought possible. Not only had his son interrupted him, but now his shitty cook wife had the gall to speak up. I could tell he had made up his mind now. This was going to be done, whether the blackmailer demanded it or not, because we tried to stop it.

I came hard against the tile wall, hating myself for it. Days turned to weeks. I moved—London, then Berlin—paranoid, always looking over my shoulder. Waitressing gigs under the table, dyeing my hair brunette, avoiding social media. But Nolan's shadow loomed. Whispers reached me: a private investigator spotted in Paris, asking about a girl matching my description. Then an email from a burner account: *Found your hotel receipt. Running won't save you. Come home, or I'll drag you back.* Attached: a photo of me from the deck, mid-orgy, Nolan's hand fisted in my hair as he face-fucked me, fireworks illuminating the scene. Blackmail. My heart raced, but so did the heat between my legs. I deleted i

She was able to see that he was fully dressed in a navy green shirt - last time, he will ever use that shirt that was ripped down the front with just his pants undone. “No!” Charlie screamed and tried to get away, but she was pinned beneath her attacker violent body. “I missed you so much,” Gideon said and brushed kisses over her face, even as she tried to avoid his mouth. Gideon's face darkened and he planted himself to the hilt. “You’re mine,” Gavin hissed a moment before he climaxed, flooding her with his seed. ... She dreamed of escaping him, only to wake and find him again, taking her by force. Charlie began to shake uncontrollably as he hovered over her, not saying a word. His familiar

Delilah turns her back, she made eye contact with the men in black that showed to telling her it's time to leave, she nodded, signalling them to wait outside till she was true. "Let this be the last time you ever call me for your ridiculous proposals." Delilah's tone was so melodic that it didn't come off as a threat. It wasn't even a threat the words that followed were. "Blackmail me like this again, And I will leak your tape to media. We both know how deep your name would be dragged to the mud if everyone knew you were jacking off to tapes of me undressing." Delilah sternly spits out in disgust. Malfred was shock, his face was written in chaotic bewilderment. "What..how ? I burnt those." M

“So?” Realizing she was going to be a tough cookie to crack, I had decided to play it straight. “Look, I’m just going to level with you, okay. She’s blackmailing me for an interview in her paper, claiming I’m this Black Crimson guy. And if I don’t give her what she wants, she says she’s going to write the article anyway. And I just can’t let her do that, so I need your help.” After a moment of thought, she said, “Well, are you the Black Crimson?”