Blackmail Stories Novels & Stories

So I kept quiet and maintained a poker-face. They checked my face at a glance and snorted. Then the same guy continued reading and announced, ‘You also blackmailed her for confidential information about her family business so you could control it.’ My heart nearly stopped. Blackmail? Juliette offered to unlock them. ‘You looked surprised,’ said the second guy, in a neat blue office shirt. ‘I almost fell for it.’ He laughed as though it was a good joke. ‘That would be useful when you face the judge.’ He leaned in and whispered, ‘Minus a year or two, I think. You’re definitely going to prison this time.’

“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.

A freaking twenty year old. The next day, she was alone at her clothing store when my IT woman hacked all her computers. Videos of Mrs. Brunelli taking it hard from another younger man played on every single screen available in the store that day. Today, barely two days later, she not only withdrew her case, but she’s sending her little menace to a whole other school! Showers of blessings if you ask me. “Blackmail is a serious crime, ma’am.” Thea insists, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

I take the phone gently from her fingers and pull her inside the steamy bathroom, closing the door so we're all crowded together in the humid quiet. I had to tell her everything. I admit someone is blackmailing us with old secrets, that it somehow ties into family money troubles I never knew about, that we're trying to handle it without letting it destroy us. Her lower lip trembles, and then the tears come fast. She sinks onto the closed toilet lid, head in her hands, and the story spills out of her in broken pieces.

I glanced at him slowly, waiting. Tony leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “We grease a few hands — plant our own stories. Make Aisha the villain in all this.” I took another drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. “What kind of stories?” Tony’s mouth twitched faintly — the closest thing he ever gave to a smirk. “Whatever sells… theft… blackmail… disloyalty. We paint her out like she was using you — playing both sides. If we can’t kill the scandal… we drown it.”

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

"I said that's enough. What the hell is wrong with you two. Monalisa, tell me the reason you are here in my office, beating up my staff" "Of course I will. Like I said earlier, she was plotting something evil..." "I wasn't plotting anything " Cynthia interjected "Shut up Cynthia and let her speak. You'll get your time to do so" "Thank you babe" I said glaring at Cynthia. "She made a ruthless plan to ruin us. She hired someone to blackmail me and ask for money. The blackmailer lied that she has something that... no, a video of us making out and also...of you with different women and threatened to upload it. I finally tracked her down and confronted her. She confessed that this bitch right her

Beside him stood the blackmailer, their face obscured by shadows, but the menacing aura was unmistakable. I stared at the screen in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. The blackmailer held up a folder, displaying its contents to the camera. My stomach churned as I caught a glimpse of the damning evidence within. First were photos of Lucienne, accompanied by false accusations of my involvement in her kidnapping and attempted murder. First off, I didn't kidnap her, I merely took what was mine and got rid of others who stood against me.

Her refusal almost made me scream, but I stopped to think about what she said. "Jully, tell me something. Is Tales demanding that you give him money in exchange for keeping the secret? Did he assault you?" After she said no, I almost threw my hands up to the sky in frustration. Emotional blackmail, it was even easier to get rid of. "There is a way you can get rid of him. Just show that you are not affected by his threat, letting him see that you are not being manipulated. By the way, emotional blackmail is not a crime unless his intent is to obtain an economic advantage for himself by forcing you to do or not do something. Since Tales hasn't tried to extort you or assault you..."

She didn’t believe me, so she pressed further. “you know you can always tell me anything, right?” she said as she took my hand in hers. How do i even tell her that i was being blackmailed by someone i didn’t know? Do i even trust her enough to tell her that? but what do i even have to lose? She already knows too much about me anyways, and if she wanted to screw me over, she could easily just turn me in and walk away with five million dollars as an award for finding Frederick’s daughter like grey’s father had promised. I doubt if she’ll try to blackmail me, there has to be someone else here who knew who i was. “i think someone is trying to blackmail me” i said as i handed the phone to her, l