Family Blackmail Novels & Stories

Falcon said, as he glared at Duncan. “I assume you’ve imprinted on Lady Tala,” Duncan remarked, dryly. “Nobody’s taking me anywhere I don’t want to go,” Tala said, as she looked at him. It was the truth. Nobody would take Tala anywhere she didn’t want to go. I pitied the ones who would try. They wouldn’t just have to face the three of us, but Levi would definitely leave a mark, as well. Whoever tried to touch one of us would have the whole Sinclair family on their heels, and we weren’t just any ordinary Alpha family, we were half-breeds, and maybe even a little crazy.

“It’s simple. You should know how your brother died. He had a huge amount of debt, so he jumped off a building to commit suicide. That is very negative publicity. Meanwhile, the Hill family is in the midst of vigorous development and positive progress. How can we be related to such a negative message? If the reporters see us and report the news, do you know how huge the impact will be on the Hill family?” It sounded like a real proper reason. Thomas shook his head slightly. This excuse was truly new. “Grandpa, if you don’t attend, the Mayo family will not be related to the Hill family anymore,” he answered indifferently. “Hmm? Are you threatening me?” “No, I just want to know your attitude t

I didn’t want to risk getting caught out in a bigger mess if the divorce didn’t work out. Keith stared blankly at the papers I had thrown at him. He grabbed Whitney from tearing into me and handed her the DNA test results. Whitney glanced through the papers before snapping a menacing look at me. “Did you think you’ve kept your secret hidden well? Did you think I’d never find out? I bet you believed I should’ve raised the bastard for you.” “The nerve of you to call my child a bastard!” Whitney blew up. Keith fell silent, his expression frozen.

Nine months ago, my younger sister Bianca and I were kidnapped at the Chicago docks. She saved me from an attacker. But when she woke in the hospital, she couldn't remember who she was. Instead, she believed my fiancé, Adrian De Luca, was the man she loved. My family begged me to play along until she recovered. “It's only an act,” Adrian promised. “Once she's better, everything goes back to normal.” Because Bianca had saved my life, I agreed. Then our engagement trip to Sicily became her recovery trip with Adrian. She moved into the lakefront safe house Adrian and I had chosen for our marriage. My fingerprint access was erased, our bedroom was redecorated for her, and my clothes disappeared

I could see joy, real joy on their faces. They smacked me for playing with their emotions, they laughed and smiled. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing she could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", i said. She nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"

“And all obstacles can be removed. The easy way or the hard way. And trust me you don’t want me to go the hard way. We are giving her the easy way out.” He looked at my father. “You’re actually okay with this?” My father’s voice was cold when he answered. “We don’t have the luxury of morality right now. She needs to go.” That was when Colton froze. “How can you say that!? Father I know Catherine is insane but not you. You wouldn’t stoop this low.” The room shifted. The air thickened, heavy with something unsaid. My father didn’t look at me when he spoke next. “The Earnshaw Group is overleveraged.”

"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!" Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him." Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you." Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man." Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.

I felt cold. I’d recognize that voice even if I were drunk. Elena Davis. My best friend since high school. The picture of perfection, with porcelain skin and a brilliant mind. I was the godmother to her daughter, who was also my namesake. “Can you just calm down? You’ll ruin everything over something as petty as jealousy!” another voice snapped. Elliot Greene. My cousin. The black sheep of my family. “Stop yelling at my wife, Elliot,” Adam’s voice cut in, low and commanding.

A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs. The livestream exploded. Millions of people tuned in to watch the richest family eating at a local seafood joint. [I'm dying. So this is the family hierarchy at home. Even the richest guy isn't on top!] [Poor Ethan. Juliet is clearly the favorite.] [This family is insanely good-looking. The vibe is unreal.] [If that fake heiress saw this, she'd probably lose it in her cell.] Three months later, Laurel's sentence was handed down. Because of the large amount involved, along with fraud and public disturbance, she received eight years. Rumor had it that she cried until she passed out in

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g