Novel & Cerita Stepson Blackmails Stepmom

Her eyes flick to Daniel and it’s like they’re communicating telepathically. “My idea,” Mom confesses, looking down at her hands. “I knew he wanted you,” she says quietly, still not meeting my eyes. “And I knew that if you’d known everything from the start, you would’ve panicked.” She swallows. “So we needed a way… a way for you not to be yourself for a while.” Her eyes finally lift to mine. “Seeing you on that table just now…” I stare at her, my head spinning. My mother. My own mother has been sleeping with her stepson just to "manage" him. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The room feels smaller, like the walls leaned in while she was talking.

“Since I didn’t see you all morning, I assumed you vanished—just like your father killed my mother.” My pulse pounds in my ears. “My dad is not a killer!” I snap, rising to my feet. Stephen’s smirk doesn’t waver, but something shifts in his gaze. Darkens. “Says who?” His voice drips with venom. “I was there, Selena. I watched him rip my mother’s throat out like she was nothing. I begged him to stop.” His voice trembles, just for a second, before his mask snaps back into place. “And now, his daughter is under my roof. Do you really think I’ll let you live in peace?”

he went on, softer now, “we have to survive one way or the other babe. With him gone, his son... your son, the one in the boarding school will inherit everything he owned. And you can start by introducing us. I no longer mind seeing him now, I don't even mind having him as my stepson. Soon, we'll have all that riches within our grasp!” I swallowed hard, my grip on the doorframe tightening I didn’t want to hear more. But I couldn’t move. I almost expect her to say yes to him and nailed the final betrayal, however, “What have you done? What are you even saying?” Mom’s voice was shaking now, her hands pressed to her head like she could hold the world together if she just gripped hard enough. “I

I sat on the couch, bored out of my mind, flipping through channels without really seeing anything. He had left earlier for one of their warehouses, barking orders at his men like the control freak he was. Steve had taken the opportunity to drag my mom out on some fancy date, which she had been reluctant about at first. I told her to go. It’s already bad enough that I’m fucking her stepson — I wasn’t about to ruin her night just because I got my leg messed up chasing after said stepson’s cock.

But damn, the sight had me throbbing. Stepbrother pulled out for a second and flipped her onto her back. Mom spread her legs wide, pulling him in. "Fuck me missionary, I want to feel every inch," she panted. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and started pounding again, the bed creaking loud. "You love this stepdick, don't you?" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing. "Yes, I love it! Fuck your stepmom's pussy raw!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him.

"They claim she raised her daughter to carry out this plot, using a fake child and a fraudulent DNA test to steal the inheritance from Callum’s real children, Sebastian and Vivienne." A loud sob tore out of my chest. I covered my mouth with both hands, my tears instantly spilling over my fingers. "How can they say that? My mother never blackmailed anyone! She lived in a tiny apartment, working two jobs just to buy my shoes! She never asked for a single dollar from him!" Julian stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the television screen. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight and strong. "Elena, do not look at it. Turn away from the screen. It is just noise. Susan is paying them to say

She was beautiful in a cold, calculated way, Luca’s mother’s best friend, always elegant, always watching. “I was asked to keep an eye on you while they were gone,” she said calmly. “Your mother suspected something was happening between you two. I never imagined I’d catch you fucking your stepsister on their bed like animals.” I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the shame burning in my chest. “We’re in love. This isn’t some fling. Delete the photos and videos or we tell your husband what you’ve been doing, blackmailing your best friend’s children for your own amusement.”

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

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?

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.