Blackmail Word Origin Novels & Stories

“You blackmailing people is already a criminal offense that can put you in jail for a few years. I advise you to better talk, or you face the consequences. Iris's confidence wavered as she heard about the imprisonment. She knew she wouldn’t go scot free for what she had done. Blackmailing was already a criminal offence. If she did speak, her punishments would be even more. “Fine,” Iris said, her voice shaky. “I wasn't alone. Richard initiated me. He promised to make my family rise again.” Desmond, who was watching them through the barrier glass eyes widened. “Richard? You mean my uncle?”

"Why did you do this? Why did you choose to betray Antonio?" He shifted his weight, his gaze avoiding mine for a moment, then meeting it with a haunted look. His voice was low, strained, almost grudging. "Marco Bianchi... he blackmailed me." My breath hitched. "Blackmail? With what?" He took a step closer, his eyes darting towards the door, as if checking if Lorenzo was truly gone, his voice dropped even lower, barely audible. "Something from my past, something only my family knew, a secret. If it came out... everything would be destroyed, my life as I know it.

I just had to choose my words and he would spill out the contents without so much of a force. Marlon sighed, "Fine!" He said, leaning back on his chair as well. "We had a case that was closed a few years back. The Mafia gang had very disturbing images of Mark and I at a club-with girls-during our working hours. They said they won't expose us if we don't push on with their case. Mark was desperate. He needed his job, so, he agreed. Just recently, the Mafioso struck again. No sooner were they brought in than the pictures started circulating like wild fire. Mark was forced to bribe so that the pictures would be deleted. Our higher authority found out we bribed but they don't know why. Our polic

The urge had surprised him and if it had not been because Kat had stood next to him, he would have done that. “Do you realize what you are about to do?” Flynn raised one brow, tilting his head to the left. “Don't you remember, I just helped you during the break?” “Oh, I remember.” She shrugged. “And?” “And?” He scoffed. “Are you seriously going to blackmail your knight in a shining armor?” “Saying that you are my knight in a shining armor is a bit of exaggeration, don’t you think?” She laughed, shaking her head. “But to answer your question, yes. I am blackmailing you.”

And now I was about to let him do it again to some stranger who had probably just seen an opportunity and grabbed it. But what was the alternative? Pay them and hope they went away? That wasn't how blackmail worked. I had written enough plots to know that. You paid once, and they came back. You paid twice, and they got greedier. You paid three times, and they owned you forever. The only way out was to make the information worthless, and the only person who could do that was the same person who had created this mess in the first place. I was still wrestling with it when my phone rang.

“You think I don’t know what’s at stake here?” Charlotte froze, her anger faltering. “What are you talking about?” Astor hesitated, his jaw tightening again. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the desk. “Someone’s been trying to blackmail me,” he admitted, his voice low. Charlotte’s breath caught. “Blackmail?” Astor nodded, his expression grim. “It started a few months ago, anonymous messages, demands for money in exchange for silence.” “Silence about what?” Charlotte pressed.

"You better talk to me, Sunshine. Or else..." He didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't have to. His meaning was clear and Lily easily understood it. Her brows furrowed. This fucker...he was threatening her? The tips of her ears turn red, not out of embarrassment or fear, but out of pure anger. She couldn't believe this man was blackmailing her. "You have to be fucking with me," She hissed. "Blackmail. Is that another trope in this game of yours?" "Blackmail is a strong word, Sunshine," he said, but the mischievous smirk on his face proved her suspicions right.

she rushed her words. “So now how are we going to blackmail him into dropping that large amount? I mean he would even be crazy to do that in the first place! Just to keep a cheap piece of information from Zoe?” Ivy was still not convinced, as she moved closer to her sister to confirm if she had a distinct plan already. The thought of having half that much in her bank account was so tempting. “Giving it a shot does not hurt.” “How are we going to do it? How are we not going to get caught? Malcolm has crazy connections, and there is no way we can successfully succeed if we mess anything up,” Ivy, who had already agreed to be in, was so scared of them making mistakes.

I wondered what they were chatting about, maybe I should sneak and check her phone because I am sure she won't tell anything herself. Blackmailer- 'Sorry - feeling regret or penitence. This is the definition, now go make pickle or milkshake.' Me- 'I changed my mind. I'll just pour it over my ice cream and eat it.' Blackmailer- 'So I am forgiven?' I snorted at that. 'Heck no, not by a long shot.' Just then another group was made by Drew where all 8 of us were added. 'Beach plan.' I frowned at the group name, what plan?

She couldn’t finish her sentence but she didn’t need to, they all understood very well what happened. “When I came home the next morning, I couldn’t tell Michael, I couldn’t bring myself too. I was ashamed, too ashamed,” a sob choked her and her mother patted her back once more, “during our vacation, Craig sent a video to me,” she sniffed, “then he threatened to send it to Michael if I don’t obey him, I had to. So from them on, he started blackmailing me and I ended up telling Michael many more lies to cover up the first. Along the line he told me why he was using me, he said he only wants to get back at Michael for buying his company shares and he knew that the best way to get to him was th