Stepmom Blackmail Novels & Stories

"Are you in trouble because of it?" he asked me gently, and I shook my head. "No, Devin, I am not, but someone dear to me other than Sylvester is," I told him, and he frowned at me. "Stephanie is being blackmailed; they claim that the letter was written by her and caused Maurice's death. They said she sent it to you. She is the only parent figure in my life; everyone knows I have been an orphan for a long time. I do not want anything bad to happen to her. She has been through a lot. Devin, please. If there is anything you can tell me that would not make that letter admissible, if a hearing should occur would be kind.

I explained softly, taking a seat across from him. "Are you hesitating again? Or is it another one of your silly excuses?" He leaned forward, his handsome face growing impossibly cold and sharp. "I can't believe it. After everything you went through, you still can put up with him, huh?" I took a slow sip of water. "Maybe I won't be able to get a dissolution anytime soon." "Why?" His piercing gaze locked onto my face like a predator. "He's using my parents to blackmail me," I admitted, my voice dropping into a hollow, powerless whisper. "I completely underestimated just how malicious Luka could be."

Stephen's eyes shot hot flames at me and my lips quivered in fear as I struggled to find the right words, my gaze dropping to the plush rug beneath my feet. "I... I lied to you, Stephen." I stammered my voice barely above a whisper. "I told you the father of the girls was dead, but he's alive." I paused and watched as every word fueled the anger inside of him. "I don't know how, but somehow he found me and started texting and calling some months back. At some point, he started blackmailing me. He was threatening to reveal himself as the true father of the girls." "You lied to me, Kendall?" Stephen thundered, holding the fist formed by his right in his left hand as if he was trying to stop hi

“I was scared…” “Of what?” Stephanie cut me off ruthlessly. “That she would leave you?” Her eyes narrowed. “No, Kendrick. You were scared of looking weak. You were scared of people finding out you lost control of a situation.” She pointed directly at my chest. “And eventually, you stopped being a victim entirely.” Anger flared violently inside me. “Watch your mouth.” But Stephanie did not stop. “Yes, I blackmailed you,” she admitted bluntly. “Yes, I manipulated you. But after the first time, you still kept sleeping with me.” Her eyes glittered bitterly now. “So stop pretending that you stayed innocent through all of it.”

I hadn’t stopped crying since I left Stephan’s apartment, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stop anytime soon. Joelle opened the door for me, but once her eyes fell on me, her face fell. “Joelle, I need your help. I don’t know what to do,” I cried, walking inside. “Stephan filmed us when we had sex together, and now he’s blackmailing me. I either pay him twenty million dollars or he’s going to post the video online. He also told me he has other things on me, but I don’t know what else he might have. I only invited him once to my place, but what if he had installed cameras?” Joelle placed her hand on my arm, and I stopped talking. I was aware that I was rambling, but was I speaking too fast f

Damien asked, his tone almost conversational, as if he were genuinely curious. "Yes, he did!" Stephen replied, puffing out his chest. "I never knew he could stoop so low. He’s a stain on the Vale name." "Wow," Damien said, shaking his head. "You guys always seem to amaze me. As if murder wasn't enough, you've now added blackmail to the list." Stephen was infuriated by the mockery. He couldn't stand the way Damien looked at him like he was an entertaining pet. "Of course I'm not lying! I have the proof!”. He grabbed the remote and played the recording one again. After the

I could understand why he thought that. “Because he is dead Mr. Barlow. That is why I was so helpless when my stepdad and mom emotionally blackmailed me into going away with these men. They said if I went with them then all the debts that my stepdad has borrowed from them would be waived off and considered paid. So I was just a pawn for them now. My stepdad was probably relieved that he could finally wash his hands off of me. My mother was also happy I guess that she didn’t have to bear my responsibility anymore. She could concentrate on my stepbrother and stepdad.

“What’s been going on? You looked stressed when I picked you up.” I hesitated, stirring my drink with the straw. Even if she knew about Tristan and me, there was no way I was telling her that my stepfather was blackmailing us. That was just too much information for a person I’d only known for a week. “Just… family stuff. It’s complicated.”

he said. I did. “I need your mouth on me,” he said. Voice low. Desperate. “I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Need to come down your throat. Please, baby girl. Please.” I stared at him. My stepdad. Begging me to suck his cock in the back seat of his car. I licked my lips. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked quietly. He groaned. Head falling back against the seat for a second.

Stephen looked solemn. Nolan said exasperatedly, “I’ll think of something else.” He planned to let Stephen use these methods and then have someone secretly blackmail him, claiming that they knew these methods were actually from Ethan three years ago, and they would spread the word unless paid off. However, Stephen rejected these methods, giving Nolan a sense of crisis. ‘Could he have realized something? After all, when Jeremy was caught, he kept saying my name. I must press him further and leave him no time to think.’