Novel & Cerita Blackmailed Synonym

Ravyn corrected, "that's negotiation. Blackmail would be if I threatened to tell people about all the ways you've been mistreating me since I came home. About the basement room, the separate meals, the way you parade me around at parties like a performing monkey and then act shocked when I don't behave exactly as you want." She took another step forward, her voice dropping lower. "Blackmail would be if I pointed out that I've been keeping a detailed record of every interaction, every slight, every example of emotional abuse since I arrived. Blackmail would be if I mentioned that there are people who would be very interested in that documentation." "You're bluffing," Garret said, but there wa

But this was making my insides churn in the worst way possible. After brief silence, I clenched my jaw, feeling my blood boil a little, "If you're not going to tell me why, then I really won't forgive you." Instead of getting a stirring action from them, they kept quiet and put their heads down. In that moment understood. I had seen that face before, helpless, cornered. They were being blackmailed. I could tell. "We understand," they once again said in unison. "I know it's not much, but our promises are genuine." Mishka, spoke.

“What did he say?” Adrian looked at me, really looked at me. And the expression on his face made my skin prickle. “He’s accusing you,” Adrian said quietly, “of blackmail.” My heart stopped. Blackmail? Adrian’s jaw clenched hard. “And he’s claiming," Adrian said, each word sharp, "that you manipulated me into protecting you.” My breath caught. “What?” I whispered. Adrian held my gaze. “He’s saying,” he finished, voice like steel, “that you seduced me to hide your crimes.”

The digital equivalent of someone opening their mouth, closing it, opening it again. That was how I knew I’d landed it. Sloane Winters didn’t hesitate. Sloane Winters typed at the speed of contempt. Hesitation meant the blade had reached bone. **SLOANE:** Where did you hear that word **ME:** Mom. She called it “the blackmail” like it was a weather event. “Oh yes Chase, we had a lovely Tuesday, the blackmail cleared up by noon, soup for dinner.” **SLOANE:** Victoria told you

I won’t let Mia’s filth stain your reputation. [JusticeBringer]: Please expel Mia from your tutelage as soon as possible. She’ll only ruin your good name! [JusticeBringer]: If she’s blackmailing you with private material—tell me. I can help you deal with it. [Hoyles]: What private material? [JusticeBringer]: Like… if she seduced you, recorded photos or videos to threaten you— [JusticeBringer]: Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t tell anyone— The last message failed to send. A red notification popped up.

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?

I hissed at Mira as soon as I took the seat beside her. Mira looked more than troubled when she whispered, “Believe me I didn’t want to but Nash is one manipulative guy. He fucking blackmailed me into doing his bidding. I swear all of this is pissing me as much as you.” Hearing her explanation I frowned, “Blackmailed you how?” Mira shook her head at me and pleaded, “Please don’t ask me that Cynthia, I can’t answer that question. Don’t put me in that situation.”

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "There's more." Mr. Blackadder stated with a serious tone. Both twin brothers' attention snapped towards him. "Yes." The words left them both without hesitation. "As you've read in the files, she is being blackmailed by him but she seemed to trust him too much so she hatched a plan with him on her last visit." He stated before sighing heavily. "She's going to have both her and Allie kidnapped by him, then they demanded a ransom once you've paid she will run away with him, living you in a miserable state-"

I wanted him to understand how desperate I truly was. "I- I am being blackmailed," I said, the words weighing like lead as they left my lips. "There is a tape. Of you. With a woman. I think the woman is me... I know the woman is me." The words came out in a rush, each syllable interrupted by sharp breaths. Once the words fell from my mouth, time seemed to freeze , yet Alexander appeared indifferent, matter of fact he looked bored. A brief flicker of recognition, an eyebrow raised, and then silence. He waited for me to get back.

“I’m being blackmailed, Tatiana!” She flinched, and I hated that. I hated the way my voice made her recoil, like I was another thing she had to brace herself against. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, standing and running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t mean to yell. I just... I… I didn’t know how to tell you.” She stared at me, stunned. “Blackmailed?” I nodded, pacing now. “The day the video got leaked, someone sent me a message telling me I didn’t cover my tracks well. That was right after I discovered I no longer had the video of us and that they had deleted every copy,” I explained.