Romans & histoires Manipulation Stories

He signaled for the cameras to keep rolling. The live stream chat exploded. Viewers flooded the screen with exclamation marks and question marks, trying to make sense of what was happening. "This woman was sent by a friend of mine, no, I guess you can say, my enemy. They found someone who looked like my lover and planted her by my side. "I played along, encouraged her to grow her online presence, and funneled money into boosting her content, all so that today's broadcast would reach as many people as possible.

I had fallen right in his trap and into the palm of his hands. These were the things we were taught in the royal house and in the royal family, if anything we were supposed to be the manipulators and they taught us how to avoid manipulating but i had been manipulated so badly that if anyone else that told me everything Juniper was saying; I would have denied it but the truth was already laid bare on the floor and i was realizing how everything worked out because one man, innocent looking and quiet had been pulling the strings all along and I had no idea. I was the puppet and he was the puppeteer.

“I’ll have you know, I negotiated two contracts and closed a merger while I was there.” I snorted. “Sure you did.” “Why is that so hard to believe?” “Because I’ve seen you work. Half the time you’re just charming people until they give you what you want.” Adrian glanced at me briefly, his smirk deepening. “And the problem with that is?” I rolled my eyes. “No problem. I just didn’t realize manipulation was part of the official Knight business strategy.” “It’s not manipulation,” he said smoothly. “It’s persuasion.”

“So you manipulated me?” “Yes,” I answer sadly. “I guess you could say I did. At the time, I hadn’t thought of it that way. I was so hellbent on getting you in my life that I didn’t think of it as manipulation. Every feeling, every moment between us was real. It was for me and I’m pretty fucking convinced it was all real for you too. I didn’t see the harm in the way we came together being a lie if it meant everything else was real.” “So the article, the board story, everything was all just some massive scheme made by you so you could corner me into being your fiancée? I

“It’s written all over your face. And don’t act like I don’t notice the way you linger in the hallway waiting for him to pass. You’re like a cat pretending not to care while sitting on a mouse trap.” “Why are you manipulating me?” I asked. That made him pause. “Manipulating?” he repeated, amused. “Do you even know what manipulation is?” “Oh please…” He raised a finger. “Let me define it for you, Princess Tabitha. Manipulation is the art of influence. It’s when someone sees the pieces on the board and knows which one to move. Now, let me tell you a story.” I sighed. “I don’t want a story. I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. You can keep it for your mistress.”

He took a deep breath and started telling me a story about a young man who had met the perfect woman and married her right out of college. They lived happily for a year or so as the man struggled to start up his first company and the woman became a devoted housewife. Soon afterward they discovered bondage and decided to throw themselves into it. It was perfect as these things can be as they felt each other out in this strange new world they were sharing. That was until he realized the woman was just manipulating him in and out of the bedroom.

She emotionally manipulated him, playing on his grief and vulnerability, convincing him that she was the only person who truly cared for him. Using subtle persuasion, she convinced Rico that transferring the inheritance into her name was the best way to protect their family's wealth. Under the guise of safeguarding his future, she gradually took possession of all the assets, leaving Rico with nothing but an empty bank account and shattered trust. As time went on, the fog of manipulation began to dissipate, and Rico started questioning his aunt's motives. He found solace in confiding his doubts to a close friend, who encouraged him to delve deeper into the matter. Determined to uncover the tr

I could see the skepticism in his eyes, but I continued to weave my story, telling him that both of us had grown closer after his wife's death and had found love and comfort in each other. I knew I was manipulating him, but I couldn't help it. This was my chance to be with the man I loved, and I wasn't going to let it slip away. Finally, he seemed to accept my story, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that Luca and the rest of the household would be arriving soon, and I had to make sure my story held up.

I grinned. “I knew you cared for me.” “Maybe I do…maybe I don’t.” I had decided to play this game with Conrad. It might actually benefit me one day, especially after I gave birth. I would lure him into a false sense of secruity. Until I knew what to do with him. I learned that while reading The Art of Manipulation. Keep your friends close and your enemies in the palm of your hand. That’s exactly where I had Conrad and where I would keep him.

He stood up from the bed and came to me to grab my arms to stop me in place. Damien walked me to a chair in the corner of his room and he went back to sit on the bed, watching me intently as my brain processed everything. I stared at him blankly for quite some time and he remained silent. “What else can you do?” I asked and his lips twitched into a smile. “Manipulation is a demon’s specialty. Usually manipulation of the mind, but among other things. Tell me,” he leaned forward towards me, “what’s your favorite color?”