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She raised a small digital recorder in her hand. Clara’s face crumpled. “No… no, please,” she begged. “Sylvia, please….” “You’ve already confessed,” Stella said. “Everything. The threats. The money. Kate. Emily. It’s all here.” Clara covered her face with her hands and began to sob. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a single sheet of paper. “This is your resignation,” I said. “And a formal written confession.” I held out a pen. “You have two choices.”

Spit and precum ran down her chin and dripped onto the sheet. Cole’s hand cracked once across her ass, sharp and open-palmed, then rubbed the sting away before he reached under her and found her clit again. He rubbed it in tight, merciless circles while he pounded into her. Isabel came a fourth time, body locking, a raw broken sound torn from her throat. The tight pulse of her cunt pulled Cole over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned low and guttural, and unloaded deep—thick, hot ropes flooding her until she felt it leaking out around his cock with every final thrust.

After backing up all the evidence, I packaged everything and submitted it to the executive office. His involvement in falsified changes with contractors on hidden projects alone was enough to sink him, not to mention the bribes he’d accepted and his tolerance for collusion in rigged bids. If the company didn’t take action, I’d take it to the authorities myself. Outside his office, I checked on Coal. Thankfully, Liam hadn’t had a chance to hurt him, though the poor kitten was visibly shaken. As I stepped out, I saw the intern waiting obediently nearby, her face still pale.

I just perfected techniques most people use unconsciously. _*]:min-w-0"> I pulled out my tablet, showing him the testimony I'd prepared. "See this? Three hundred pages documenting every manipulation you've executed since we were fifteen. Every victim, every technique, every outcome you engineered. The prosecutors are calling it conspiracy to commit psychological warfare." _*]:min-w-0"> "Psychological warfare isn't a crime." _*]:min-w-0">

“P-Please…” I balled my fists and swallowed hard. I bore my eyes to him, lazily meeting his pleading orbs. “You have to confess everything to me, so I can finally forget my feelings.” Pain crossed his eyes. I saw how tears formed at the corner of that beautiful ocean eyes full of misery and regrets. I looked away, I can't even withstand his stares. “Tell me everything, so I can move on.” “I don't want you to move on…” his hoarse voice cracked.

It always had. The first thing I needed to do was identify who had submitted that confession. The second thing was understand how much they actually knew versus how much they thought they knew. Those were two very different problems requiring two very different responses. A witness with partial information could be discredited. A witness with complete information required a more permanent solution. My device buzzed. I answered it immediately. "Talk," I said. "We got a name on the confession document," my contact said. "The authentication request listed the witness by full name for verification purposes. Our man inside the registry copied it before the file was sealed."

“Are you trying to fool me, Mr. Hartley? “Bruce would never admit to any of this.” Aden chuckled coldly and gave a signal to the person standing next to him. Immediately, a police officer appeared, carrying Bruce’s confession papers. He approached Issac and showed it to him. “Take a good look, Issac. These are all the evidence that Bruce had confessed! “And you’re still trying to deny it?!” Issac went over each sentence written in ink on paper one by one. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Priest tightens his jaw, then gazes in my direction, “As you can see, there are repeated transfers of information going from a source in the Confradia to an unknown entity. Whoever took this information tried to make it seem incidental. They made sure to take enough data that it wouldn’t raise suspicion. The person has done it routinely enough to gain a good amount of information during a long period. Knowing that we cross-referenced what was taken with any data that has been used by Christoph and Willem Kazik─it matches. The person doing this is surprisingly crafty. He’d take inconsequential data that no one would think twice about at first. Then, once he realized no one was wise to his pla

“You left it in the confessional.” My stomach twisted. “You wrote about her,” he added. “About the dreams. The temptation. You documented your fall.” Arthur’s jaw clenched. “I wrote to purge. Not to confess.” “But you did confess,” Michaels said darkly. “And now it’s out of your hands.” With that, he turned and walked toward the chapel doors. Arthur lunged forward, grabbing his arm. “You can’t—” “I can,” Michaels said coldly. “And I will. The bishop will hear of this. You’re finished.”

I probed further, seeking understanding with every word uttered. Gathering my thoughts and summoning courage, I composed myself before continuing with a sense of resolution in my tone. "You want to know what's really happening in my life, right?" I posed the question, allowing a moment of vulnerability to seep through my facade. "Okay, let me be clear," I asserted, mustering the strength to reveal a revelation that had been weighing on my conscience. "It was a contract marriage," I disclosed, the words carrying a profound impact as they escaped my lips. The weight of the confession lifted gradually as I assured the listener that there was no cause for concern since the contractual tie had re