Stepson Blackmails Stepmom Novels & Stories

"If you miss a single night... if you so much as hesitate... I’ll show him the footage from The Velvet Room. I’ll show him the VIP receipts with my signature on them. I will watch him throw you to the street in the middle of the night. He’s a proud man, Zora. He would punish you for this lie, and his punishment would be far worse than anything you've felt from me." He turns back to me, his dark and imposing body, against the afternoon sun. "Do we have a deal, Stepmother?" I look at the diamond band on my finger. I look at the door where my savior, Arthur, just stood. I am trapped in a house of glass, and Ethan Reynolds is holding a handful of stones. "Yes," I whisper, the word tasting like p

“GIRLS! Stop it! We will work this out. Look, we just need to get Neil on video doing something inappropriate. You do not even need to go all the way. Just make it look like you did.” Wow. I had not misunderstood. My mother was seriously talking about blackmailing a council member to help Stephanie and Sheila get away without punishment. “I would still have to kiss him, Mom. What if he likes to use his tongue? What if he wants to take his dentures out first? No, I am not doing it.” “Stephanie….” “No, Mom. You are way closer to his age. Why don’t you do it?” “I sell the girls. I am not the girl. Besides, I am mated. Your father would feel it.”

"What are you still doing here, Miss Ferrari? And stop staring at the walls like the idiot that you are!”Aaron snapped when He found her body turned towards the empty space and blank gaze on the wall, zoning out. Bella blinked up and raked a shaking hand to her dress. Stephen was blackmailing her once again just like he did years ago. She thought this chapter of her life was over forever but how wrong she was. He still had her video and pictures, her video in which she was naked and…Bella closed her eyes and tried to control her racing heart.

"Then what did he say?" "He sighed heavily. He'll definitely find a way to get you to accept his money. If you don't want to ruin their relationship, then you have to get married." I laughed again, "How can I get married again if his father hasn't divorced me yet?" "What the hell, so Chris is your stepson?" "You didn't know?" "Damn! So you were cheating and—" She was shocked because Chris didn't explain who I really was. I told Pamela the dark story because she forced me to. I didn't want anyone else to gossip about me first and distort the facts.

When my father’s men arrived, Ben was surrounded by women, bragging about how he had wrapped a rich older woman around his finger. “In less than half a year, that old b*st*rd’s company will be mine! His crippled son is just decoration!” Before the words finished leaving his mouth, a chill ran down his neck, and he was lifted by the collar. One second, he was boasting; the next, he was dragged into an alley and ground into the pavement. He was spineless. After a few blows, he spilled everything about how he hooked up with Mary and how they planned to seize the assets once my father grew old or sick.

"Stop watching her like a lovesick boy and get rid of her! My father did not fund your political campaign just so you could daydream about your ex-wife. If you don't fix this, he will pull his money before the week is over, and your career will be dead." She turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her so hard the glass in my cabinets rattled. But Vanessa didn't understand. She couldn't see the bigger picture. This wasn't about love. It was a burning, suffocating need to see Isla fail. I needed to see her crawl back into the shadows where she belonged. To prove she was nothing, I needed to find out exactly what secrets she was trying to dig up on my famil

Stephen cackled hysterically, unfazed by her words. "You're such a coward. You're not even up to my sister's standard, and now you've resorted to kidnapping me to blackmail her. You're pathetic. I thought you were with me. If you want him back safely, you have to do exactly as I say." Stephen strained to hear what his sister was saying on the other line, but all he heard were muffled sounds. Sophia's heart sank as she heard Elena's voice through the speaker of her phone. She looked down at her shaking hands and took a deep breath before responding.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

I sneaked into Sebastian’s bedroom pretending to sleepwalk, my naked body burning with need, hoping my stepfather would finally stop fighting the monster he’d awakened in both of us. My mom actually slept just one door away. She slept off in her study while working and I didn’t care. My pussy yearns for my StepDaddy even more since the night he’d ruined me during the storm, and filled his cum in me like he was filling up a loophole for a dirty secret that can’t be out in the open.

It was enough to bury the commissioner and then some. I called him back. “Stephanie,” he answered smoothly. “Have you come to your senses?” “Oh, I’ve come to my senses, all right,” I said, my tone icy. “And you should have thought twice before trying to blackmail me.” There was a pause. “What are you talking about?”