All Chapters of Don's Blackmail: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hello my dear readers! This is the story of a mafia princess who is forced to give her body to a Don who is also her father's friend. When she realizes that she doesn’t have a gap to escape, she is hell bent on making her tormentor's life as miserable as possible. She is a teenager and he is an experienced man of the mafia kingdom; but nothing in life has prepared him for the stunts she pulls in order to get back at him. But....is her body the only thing he blackmails her for? WARNING!!! This book contains graphic sexual scenes and is only intended for mature audience. I promise that this book will be an intense roller coaster ride and there will be a lot of fun scenes as well. So thank you for giving this book a chance and I expect a lot of support from you guys.

“Why aren’t we eating……I’m hungry….” Katelyn whined, looking at her father who was swallowing the pills he had to take before dinner. “We are waiting for someone sweetheart, he’ll be here any minute now” her father replied, after drinking water and clearing his throat.“I would have eaten in my room…...if you had told me earlier you know” kate said grumpily as she stared at her food.Kate loved and appreciated her father for the little time he kept aside for spending with her because of his busy schedule. She was her father’s whole world and he did everything to fill the gap of her deceased mother. Kate used to argue with him frequently, but ever since he developed a heart condition, she has been very cautious not to speak anything that might upset him. She hated eating along with his other friends from the mafia but the love for her father never let her deny him.“Actually, you might remember him; you have seen him a few times before. It will be good to rekindle the old friendship” h

The next day morning she was dreading to see Quisito but was relieved to know that he had left with Lena to the hospital.“It’s time for defense training, you are already 15 minutes late” one of her father’s men announced, making Kate groan in frustration. She loved the idea of being the healthy but just like most of the people, she hated to work for it.Although this was one of the important things that kept her active inside the mansion, the idea of having 100 bodyguards and having to learn self defense despite the fact that she rarely went out puzzled her. She learned the mechanism of weapons, granites and a lot of other things in there. Just because she was capable of handling a gun, she was allowed to keep one in her night stand, closer to the bed.Even though she was comfortable in using gun, the device became a nightmare after the incident that involved Quisito. It occurred 3 years ago and now she was 19 but the memory of that night has always bathed her in horror.Kate was cov

The past ( 3 years ago)It was her 16th birthday and was attended by mafia leaders from across the world. Clad in a floor length blue gown, she was the center of attention and everyone at the party wanted a dance with her. And so did Richard, her father’s most trusted partner. Quisito was also present at the event with his girlfriend by his side.When it was Richard’s turn, she innocently began dancing with him, unaware of his intentions. Richard’s hands moved towards her lower back, pulling her closer than what was considered as comfortable for her. Her eyes scanned the room for her father but had no luck. The lighting was dim and because of that, nobody saw her distress. Richard’s predatory eyes roamed across her body, his alcoholic breath twisting her insides. She tried to push him away gently at first but he wouldn’t budge. Adding a little more strength, she managed to pry herself out of his grip.“Excuse me” she left Richard and went into the restroom with bile rising up to her t

He may be relentless but she was equally adamant. She paced inside her room, trying to think of a way to break the friendship between her father and Quisito. The sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway followed by the furious unlock of the door to the next room indicated that Quisito was home; But something seemed off with him. She listened to his frustrated mutterings from the other room but eventually they died out. Was something wrong? She slowly walked out of her room and saw that the door to Quisito’s room was slightly open. After double checking the hallway, she poked her head inside his room and heard the shower running. The door to the bathroom was also not locked. Right then, a wicked plan bloomed in her mind. She knew it was risky but she had to do it, if she wanted to preserve her chastity for her prince charming. After fetching her phone from her bed, she tip-toed back to his room. She was careful not to step on his discarded cloths that were stained with blood. She kn