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"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

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

I explain "That's wise. You are right. So, you want to know each other better?” he questions and smiles "Yes. I brought you some of my papers.” I reply while approaching him and placing my papers on his desk. While he sits reading, I bend over at 90 degrees to the desk, showing my ass. I can see that he sees it, but he doesn't say anything. He unbuttons his shirt and starts correcting my work.

“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

The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies. The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader. King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors. While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

He keeps walking down a dimly lit hallway behind the main hall. The moment the noise fades Marcus spins around. His face is furious. “Are you completely out of your mind, Rhys?” Marcus barks, stepping right into my space. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Pretending to be Reid? Chloe told me Jami had confessed to Reid, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were at it again…what kinda shitty game are you playing, kissing Jami in front of the entire city? Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”