Blackmail Story Novels & Stories

He was blackmailing her? She quickly pieces the information. The bald man couldn’t use Elle for s*x anymore so he directly wanted money by blackmailing her. This means, Elle had to sell her jewelry to pay him off and she was going to meet up with the bald man that night. Then, where is the baldie? Ran away? As if! “The both of us know that my boss didn’t run away,” Scarlett replies. “You know what happened to him.” It’s a shot in the dark but it hits the mark because the next moment, Elle retorts, “I told you! I gave him the money and he drove off! He has the money! Why are you blackmailing me? Take the money from him!”

“You intrigue me, Elsa. I want to know you. All of you.” I stepped back. “And if I say no?” His eyes cooled. “Then you’re on your own. Miriam will sell your story again, she already has once. It’s only a matter of time before she finds a buyer who isn’t me. And when Riguel finds you…” He shrugged. “Well. You know how that ends.” I stared at him. “You’re blackmailing me.” “I’m negotiating,” he said smoothly. “You want safety. I want the truth. Fair trade.”

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?

It's as if the shimmer is an unspoken challenge daring me to learn if he lives up to my fantasies and his reputation. I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis." He doesn't correct me, and since he called me Miss Jones, I surmise we are being professional for the sake of the others in the office. Of course, I've told Shana all about the deal I proposed to Duncan; however, I didn't tell any of my coworkers. It hardly seemed appropriate lunchroom talk. "So guess what I did today? Wrong. I blackmailed Mr. Willis into being my plus-one for a wedding in a podunk town in Indiana. Nope. Really. Well, he agreed because I caught him in a compromising situation that I didn't report. Oh, and we'll be sharing a be

"Are you worried about me or yourself? Falling in love is not a crime." "Blackmail is a crime! It is classified as a felony and could fetch you several years in prison and large fines!" Molly shouted. "What led to the blackmail? Would you allow him to tell the world? Do you think Eva would admit that she was blackmailed? Listen, I don't care about making headlines anymore. If you're scared of trending on social media, talk to your son," Julian said and stood up immediately. Molly bit her lips and shook her head. "Julian, please wait," Molly said with a calm tone. She was obviously drowning.

He called and called but the man never responded to him. Black called his boss, "Any important news? I am busy" he uttered the moment he picked up. "The two fools were working on their own accord. They were just going to scare her and then blackmail her to get money out of her. What do I do with them?" Black tortured them until they spoke, and at the end of the day they were only blackmailers. Bohden's eyebrows furrowed when he heard the news

I answered with fear. A voice I did not know spoke. “Bring the money Mr Havisham gave you to the warehouse tonight. All of it. Or the full video with Liam at the party goes public tomorrow.” Liam watched my face change. “Who is that? Maya tell me.” I ended the call. My hands shook. The blackmailers wanted the money now. If I did not give it they would destroy me completely. Liam stood there ready to help. But telling him everything might put him in danger too.

I CAN SEND THEM TO THE WIDE WORLD BEFORE YOU CAN BLINK BUDDY Ninety-one. My fingers wanted to sprint, but I kept them on a tight leash. I'm not backing out of anything. You're getting your money. Ninety-two. GOOD I WANT YOU TO LEAVE THE MONEY ON YOUR BACK POUCH *PORCH A blackmailer who couldn't bother to proofread before hitting send. Karmic justice for a wayward English teacher, I supposed. THEN I WANT YOU TO GET IN YOUR CAR AND TEXT ME ILL TELL YOU WHERE TO DRIVE WHEN YOU GET THERE, SEND ME A PIC SO I KNOW

“I knew what I was getting into when I went to Adkins. I confessed about the video, about Madison. I’m not surprised I’m paying for it. I’ll deal.” He shook his head, his hands flexing on the wheel. “Deal? Abby, you shouldn’t have to. You were blackmailed, manipulated. You were a victim too. And now you’re the one leaving Oxwell, while Madison…” He trailed off, his voice thick with frustration. “It’s not right.”

I pulled out my phone, clicked some sites, and began to read from it. "A waitress in her early thirties swindles money from hotel residents by using their naked pictures to blackmail them." Vanessa's eyes widen, and her firm resolve starts to crumble. “Stop please!” I continued, “Forgery, blackmail, and thieving!” “Seb-Seb, that's not–"