Novel & Cerita Stepmom Blackmail

“Stop it! Don’t touch her!” The assistant manager nodded and bowed as soon as he saw the man. “Mr. Steffan, what can I do for you?” Holding the sofa’s armrest, the man called Mr. Steffan was out of breath and said, “You... Apologise to this lady now.” “Apologise to her?” The assistant manager was stunned. “Mr. Steffan, this woman and her son want to blackmail us! Why should I apologise to her?” “Because she is our boss’s future wife! Do you understand?”

“You didn't expect that, you idiot…as usual, you're a fool who thinks mom will see for her. It was never like that, but you always saw only what you wanted to see. Anyway, I'm talking to you because I need money.” “What, you didn't get enough of what you stole from me,” she asks indignantly. “I had debts to pay, but I require more if you don't want mom to find out you left her for a man in a suit with a helicopter,” he snorts, blackmailing her. “You're lying! You don't know anything, Jeff!” she refers, trying to convince him otherwise. “Leave me alone! You've done enough damage to us already.” “I'll make you pay for what you just said, you fucking whore,” she threatens, hissing with hatred.

“You are already dripping again. You like this, don’t you? Being caught and being forced.” I whimpered, shame and arousal twisting together. “Please… this is crazy…” Jake pinched my nipple, making me moan. “Crazy is how wet you are right now. On your knees, stepmom. Time to show us how sorry you are.” I sank to the hallway floor between them, my heart racing, and my body trembling with forbidden need. Jake and Lily stood over me, identical hungry smiles on their faces as they began unfastening their clothes. This was blackmail.

“We’ll start small. Nudge him. Shake his cage. Let him know this little fantasy of protection won’t last.” I looked at her with hope, chest tight with longing and rage. “I want her.” “I know, baby,” my mother crooned. “You’ll have her. Soon.” I smirked. “Why hasn’t the lawyer caved yet? You’re not threatening him hard enough.” Her expression darkened. “We’re blackmailing him. A little scandal goes a long way—especially the kind caught on camera. But he’s starting to get cocky. We have the video of him in bed with that girl. The one who wasn’t his wife. One little email to the ethics board, and his whole career’s done.”

I replied, not really knowing how to conjure up a response. "So, I have a question for you." She spoke as she somewhat squinted her eyes, indicating her seriousness "Okay?" I offered hesitantly "So Jack has been telling me this crazy bullshit story about how he fucked his step-sister and then turned her into his bitch. And I keep telling him there's no way, but here you are. So tell me, is it true? Were you and Jack step-siblings before this?" She questioned causing my stomach to drop and my cheeks to almost instantaneously heat up.

“It started a couple of months ago.” “Months! I was right!” “He found out about my record,” I said, ignoring her interruption. “Actually, he figured the whole thing out, even your part in my going to jail and my running away from home. He’s been blackmailing me ever since.” Steph frowned in disbelief but accepted to take my phone back. “He makes me do these kinds of things,” I said, letting her go over all my texts with Big Ellie. She played one of the videos I’d made for him. “This— Shit! This is sick!” She hesitated. “This is all he makes you do?” My silence made her look up with a shocked scowl.

My voice was laced with emotions as I said this. My voice was also a bit cracked. It showed how hurt I am as I glared at my supposed dad. The man who had been nothing but my role model all my life has suddenly become the man I know nothing about. "Blackmail! This is emotional blackmail, Antonio!" my stepmother yelled, her words cutting deep into me. "The last time I checked, you are the oldest. You can't even help your dad when his company is going down the drain?" she asked, and I smirked.

Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.) Stephanie sat on my bed as I paced back and forth. I could not necessarily throw her out of the pack, her father was my beta and I owed him a lot but the fact that she is willing to go to great lengths to blackmail me so that we could be together is telling me that I should kick her out of the pack indefinitely. "Baby? What is wrong?" She asked, getting off of the bed and walking up to me, placing her hand on my bicep.

“She calls me more often than you ever have.” “What?” I asked. Was my mom attempting to fuck up my life again? She had told me that she wanted me to milk him for more, but she never said that she had been in contact with him herself. “She called my assistant after she found a copy of the contract,” he told me. “I finally told Steph to give her my private phone number. She is trying to blackmail me.” I tiredly rubbed my forehead. My mom was good at scamming people when she was clean, I will give her that. But she didn’t seem to realise that Robert King was a rather different person from the people she usually scammed. She still didn’t realise it hurt me.

Isabelle scoffed. "When daddy gets home and finds his favourite frame broken, he might strangle you, or perhaps, lock you up for life. So, if I were you, I'd leave this very instant and never return", Isadora stepped forward. "If you chose to live, it'd be better for you. So, just go 'cause we don't want you here". Stephanie's eyes glistened with threatening tears as she watched the kids blackmail her. She couldn't believe it. Was that what it had resulted to? Blackmail?