Mandy Flores Blackmail Novels & Stories

The real blackmailer. Attachment: scanned letter from five years ago, signed by Victoria Holt, promising payment for silence. She hit send. Then she picked up the phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in years. “Detective Ramirez? It’s Maria Reyes. I need to report a crime. Extortion. Blackmail. And attempted murder.” Back in the penthouse. Elena stood at the window, watching the paparazzi swarm below. Damian came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist.

He blew a breath before he spoke, “He called me to talk about you. He said he wanted to meet me in person. It was early morning. I think before your board meeting. He randomly asked me personal questions about your relationship with your wife and her family until I realized he was more interested in Maverick. He asked about your trip to Italy. I told him I didn’t know anything about that trip. From what I know, you were on a honeymoon.” Fuck. I may be wrong about this. “Did you meet that guy after I left you on Friday?” “No. We stayed at the bar for another hour. You can ask my friends. What is this all about anyway?” “Did you blackmail them?” I tipped my chin at Finch and Josie. “Shit.” He

“You’ll get your check at my company’s office. But there’s a condition.” Ramsey’s smirk returned, though now with a hint of uncertainty. “Condition? So, now you’re blackmailing me? Interesting.” Dwight didn’t waver. “The condition is simple. No one—neither you, nor Davis, nor Bella—will ever lay a finger on Mandy again. Do I make myself clear?” Just as Dwight finished speaking, Davis walked in, fascinated to see the two men locked in conversation. Ramsey shot him a look, but before he could say anything, Bella, always the sharp-tongued one, barged in with her usual flair.

Millie added pleadingly as she took some steps back away from me. For a second, I thought that Millie had gone crazy. “Why not?” I asked, still trying to get my head wrapped around her reaction. Instead, Millie just kept shaking her head. “You met someone who is blackmailing you, along with his friend, to extort money from Chase Maddox, through me, and you don’t want me to call the cops on them?” I asked Millie in bewilderment. When she had broken the news to me, I had been shocked, enraged, and livid.

My mind was etched with confusion for a few minutes. Meanwhile, as I was reeling on this, with my aching mind, Madonna's voice at the doorstep stopped me from thinking further. "Boss, I'm back with the captive." She said with her voice barely above a whisper. "Bring her inside." I commanded, and she opened the door, Rosalia returned to the room with a simple white top and faded blue jeans on her, and long black hair straightened downward, complimenting her beauty the more. "Uh!" I exclaimed in shock as I fixed my gentle gaze at her.

She needed the young girl to see that this was not a joke. “No one knew that Bobby was a freak who would take Andre’s words seriously and burn the building, with everyone inside.” I said, adding to what Kathrine said . “And you expect me to believe that?” Melody asked, laughing in such a condescending tone “No we don’t expect you to believe it, that’s why we are trying to prove it. Bobby made a recording of their conversation but he added a little more to it, things that Andre did not say and now he is trying to blackmail us with the sum of five billion dollars.” I interrupted them out of anger.

Andrea offered me a deal—if I slept with him, he would drop the charges against Dad! No sooner had the words left Elena’s lips than she regretted an admission that she would never have made had she not been so upset and desperate to defend herself. Silence had fallen. All three women were now viewing her with dropped jaws of disbelief and she was totally mortified. ‘I had no idea,’ Kelsey retorted frigidly. ‘It sounds absolutely immoral and I hope you’re not blaming us for your decision. Do we need the sordid details?’ ‘Andrea Santino had to blackmail you into bed with him?’ Rose gasped wide-eyed. ‘I’d have knocked him flat in the rush. What’s the matter with you?’

I answered the call to inform her and also told her to start arranging my schedule towards my vacation then ended the call, receiving a text from Aunt Mandy requesting for another huge sum of money. What the heck? Was she ever going to stop bothering? She had demanded a huge sum of money only a few days ago? Did she think it was so easy to earn this? Was she ever going to stop blackmailing me? Because I didn't want Tristan to know? “Last night was amazing, Hazel, well...” his voice became deeper and I observed a small frown form on his face, from my sideways glance but I was still crossed from Aunt Mandy's message. “It’d would’ve been great, but I kept wondering…” he made him seem like he wa

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.

***PUBLIC EXECUTION*** Tyler's POV “...allegations that have reportedly left you blacklisted from working anywhere in your field. Considering Tyler comes from one of the most prominent, wealthy families in the country… Do you honestly believe a middle-class girl with a compromised financial background fits into his status quo? And more importantly, Flora… are these criminal claims true?” The air in the room became tense immediately. Beside me, Flora went entirely still. The soft, rhythmic breathing I’d been tracking for the last twenty minutes flatlined.