Blackmail Story Novels & Stories

“OK. Say I give her what Kathy left for her — how would I live without the millions? I'm only surviving now because I can access a few dollars per month until Pebbles reaches 21. Let's just say I had cut back quite a lot." “I didn't want to stoop to your level, Sinister, but I guess I'll have to think like the devil and blackmail you.” “Blackmail me! Sinister Hemington. You realize I own this town." “That you may, but there is a warrant out for the person who is responsible for the disappearance of — Miranda Townsend,” I added, watching the smirk fall off his face as his skin became ashen. “Who?” He gulped. “Cut the crap, Sinister, I know everything; your prior engagement to Miranda, her lov

“ Tania swallowed her own panic and tried to take control of the situation, approaching her to comfort her: ”Calm down, Camila. Breathe. The email said we have exactly 24 hours to send eight million to that Swiss account. Obviously, whoever did this just wants to blackmail us. It's purely a financial issue!" Just give them the money to shut whoever it is up and get the original files back! Any problem that can be solved with money isn't a real problem! Camila stopped abruptly. She turned to the agent with wide eyes, breathing heavily, looking on the verge of madness.

*Shelby* The next day at my internship went so slowly as I waited for the clock to strike 5:00. As I sorted through countless files, all I could think about was the story the blackmailer was threatening to leak. It was a lie about how Todd and I had stolen the answers to multiple tests back when we were at NYU. The blackmailer claimed that Todd had approached him with the story explaining that I made him break into the professors’ offices to steal the test answers to make sure I passed all my classes. He did it because we were dating, and I threatened to leave him if he didn't help me.

Hello my dear readers! This is the story of a mafia princess who is forced to give her body to a Don who is also her father's friend. When she realizes that she doesn’t have a gap to escape, she is hell bent on making her tormentor's life as miserable as possible. She is a teenager and he is an experienced man of the mafia kingdom; but nothing in life has prepared him for the stunts she pulls in order to get back at him. But....is her body the only thing he blackmails her for?

"Get over here! You think you can run? Not a chance!" Charlie looked utterly disheveled, his eyes filled with venom. "You came up with this plan! You gave me the hidden camera and set up the live stream earlier! Now that things have blown up, you want to walk away clean? You're going down with me!" Zachary cried out in pain and swung back with a punch. "Let go of me, you lunatic! You're the one obsessed with money and status! I have nothing to do with this! I'm one of the victims of your deception!"

"Why did he do it then? When he approached me, he looked so distraught, I felt so terrible for him. Why would he listen to Uncle Ben and have me married off so easily?" "Hey," Charles gently said as he reached for her arms and tendly rubbed through them, hugging her into his chest after. With his chin gently resting on hers, he continued, "Ben had some dirt on your father. He knew your father wouldn't want especially you to know about it, so he gave in to the idea and gave you to Manifold's son." "Dirt?" Isabella recalled some words about her father Gabriel almost blurted out after one of the hearings they had. Was the thing about her father being a cocaine user? Was that what that man, Ben

She wanted to take a walk in the backyard, but a text came in and caught her attention. "Mrs. Saunders, let me introduce myself. I have some stories you might want to hide. I know what you did to marry President Saunders and what you did to kill Natalie Garcia. If you want to keep this a secret, I want a billion dollars transferred into my account in three days, or I promise these interesting stories will go viral." Savannah's face darkened when she saw that message. "Damn it," she thought. "Is this a threat? Why would anyone blackmail me?"

“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

“I know you’re one of his main guy. Make it happen. Or the story hits the blogs tonight. I’ve got journalists who’ll eat this up.” “Uh-huh. What’s your name?” I folded my arms, squinting my eyes. He smirked. “Nice try.” “You want a check with no name?” I raised a brow. He fidgeted. “Wire it to a burner account. I’ll text the info.” I sat back. “You realize blackmail’s a felony, right?” His smirk faded. “I came here because I’m trying to do this the clean way,” I added, voice low. “But you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with.” I said.

Summer grinned and Vivian laughed. Summer looked at her strangely, wondering what is funny. Vivian flinched her hair then smiled in a mockingly way. "How did you know we spend the night together? Did you hear how he made love to me too?" "What?" Summer yelled totally annoyed. She moves a step closer to Vivian. "Shouldn't you be ashamed?" She asked and Vivian scoffed. "Why? He was mine before you blackmailed him into marrying you. So why should I feel ashamed of something that belongs to me?" Vivian uttered not caring who Summer is.