Blackmail Story Novels & Stories

“I think you’re overreacting,Mr Graham.She’s not your wife.I know about your contractual union and I think it’s high time you stop acting like a possessive husband.You’re not her husband.” What the actual fuck? Maliyah told him about the contract?! “But don’t worry.For Maliyah’s sake,I won’t tell anyone.I’m pretty sure it’ll be very scandalous when people find out you blackmailed a young girl using her mother’s health condition to marry you.” I chuckled,darkly. Blackmail? “You think you know everything but you know nothing.I don’t care what you do with the information you claim to know.And you’re fired,I mean it this time,I do not want this likes of you in my house.”

He went silent, stared at the ceiling. "Please don't tell my mom about this," Charlie pleaded. "Oh sweetie, I wouldn't even know where to start ... you're gonna have to tell her yourself at some point, " Malcolm replied. "First of all, you were involved in a pornographic photo shoot ... willingly," his eyes sharp pointed at them. "And then you did drugs," he looked at Tommy. "Got yourself into an orgy ... unwillingly, which involved a person who was blackmailing you, who is now deceased in a suspicious suicide ... and then you are now vulnerable to be further blackmailed by the movie mogul that has the power to terminate all your jobs and school if you don't do what she says ... am I getting

“Alex, we know it’s not true, and luckily, I know both major news outlets. But if she was to go to someone I don’t know or could pay off? That is our problem. Cat doesn’t want her life exposed like this.” Cat felt sick that her birth mother would try to sell her story like this base on a pack of lies. She would have to ring Dawn and let her know what was going on. “Can we pay Eva off?” Rebecca asked, taking Cat’s hand in hers. Alex came back to the table and sat down. “That will only work for so long.” Running a hand through his hair, before he added. “Problem with a blackmailer, they always want more. There is no such thing as a onetime payment.”

“Harvey came to blackmail my brother and demanded three hundred million dollars from him. He even used the Newgate Chamber of Commerce to threaten us.” Alma decided to tell everyone about the incident to fan the flames. Lilian was completely shocked. “Three hundred million?” “This b*stard’s ruthless!”

She leaned into me, just slightly. “Sir,” I continued firmly, “someone is blackmailing us. They want fifty thousand dollars or they’ll spread lies designed to destroy both of us. The documents they sent you are real pieces of paper, yes. But the story they’re telling is twisted. What started as a messy rivalry in Vegas became something real. I care about your daughter. A lot.” The lie came out smoother than I expected. Maybe because parts of it didn’t entirely feel like a lie anymore. Soraya’s fingers tightened in my shirt.

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 operatives,

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

“Wasn’t sure what it meant. But after the accident—after the funeral, the speeches, all the sanitized grief—I did some digging. And I realized you weren’t just in-laws.” He said nothing. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Here’s the problem, sweetheart. Damian Lawson was a senator’s son. Which makes this more than just a personal tragedy. It’s a story. One with heat, emotion, scandal. And if you think the press won’t run with it—well, you’re more naive than I thought.” Devon swallowed back the bile rising in his throat. “You came here to blackmail me.” “Let’s not use such an ugly word,” she replied lightly. “Let’s say... an arrangement. You help me, I keep my silence. Though I should

He was a slick-looking man in his forties, Matteo’s former business partner. “You brought the money?” he asked, smirking. Matteo sat down, pulling me onto his lap. His hand disappeared under my dress, fingers stroking my cum-filled pussy right in front of the man. “No money,” Matteo said calmly. “Delete the photos or I destroy you.” The blackmailer laughed. “Or what? I have videos of you fucking this little slut on the subway, in your apartment, everywhere. Your wife will love them.” Matteo’s fingers pushed inside me under the table. I had to bite my lip to stay quiet.

"Yes, and what is that?" My throat is tight, and I am struggling to get the words out. After a moment, he stands, looking a trifle more sympathetic, waving me to the couches overlooking the City view. "Coffee?" he asks. I nod, swallowing hard. As he passes me a cup, I gulp down a mouthful, and then cough because the coffee is too hot. He sits there, waiting patiently. "I´m... I´m... being blackmailed, or at least someone is trying to blackmail me and I´m not knuckling under to it, so, I think you´re going to find out anyway, and I´d rather you heard it from me."