Confessed Novels & Stories

The guilt was eating me alive, consuming every rational thought until I couldn't take it anymore. "Screw it," I whispered into the dark room, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I stood up, threw a dark sweater over my shoulders, and grabbed the black USB drive from my bag. I was going to confess. I was going to walk straight into his private quarters, throw Vance’s drive onto his desk, and tell him everything. I would tell him about the pit, about Vance's offer, and about the target on his back. He could be angry, he could lock me up, he could do whatever he wanted, but I would not carry the weight of his blood on my hands.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Chapter 17 “BITCH, COME again?” Candy almost choked on her drink. Frostine’s eyes widened and shock registered in Heziah’s face. Meanwhile, Jessile stopped sipping her drink and stared at me. I shrugged. “You heard me right. I fucking confessed.” I ate my cheesecake and shifted my gaze on it, not minding their shocked expressions. “Oh, my fucking gosh,” I heard Jessile muttered and put her drink on the table. “And? What did he do after you confessed?”

Is the fact that I let what my father had spent years building crumble down within mere seconds. However, despite the torment. I stick to what I believe. Which is not being a slave to my own emotions. And with that very thought in mind. I could feel my confidence increase tremendously. Not that I never had any to begin with. As I always knew, I possessed the confidence people have been searching their entire life.

I vowed to always be honest with him so I told him the gist of what I had overheard sparing him the embarrassing details but he saw through the thinly veiled white lies. “Does it bother you?” he asked. “Which part?” “That I’ve had a lot of partners?” he asked seriously. I looked up at him, unsure what to say, he simply smiled and brushed my hair out of my face. “I will get tested, but I assure you I have never had any STDs or any close calls”

COULD HE? I felt the anger of him invading my privacy. Him thinking he has the right, he is worthy enough to know this thing. He didn't even hesitate to ask me or confess that he knew it. I was up for some games but this shit is making my stomach sick. I felt my judgement clouding and anger took over me. I was trying to hold back but I couldn't. This was the only thing I wasn't confident to reveal. It was the thing that BROKE me. "What do you know, Mr Valentine?" I put on a fake smile.

"It's not your fault. It's mine." "You're wrong. You've no idea what my blood is capable of. It's a part of my charm. It lures you in. It makes you addicted. I..." He was poisoned and wasn't in control. "I was fully aware when I touched you," he cut her off. "I enjoyed every moment when I was inside you. Trust me when I say, I knew what I was doing. How's that for an explanation?" "Aluxious..."

Jeremy said as he implored with his eyes for me to make a confession. The answer was simple. There was no way that I would ever confess to anything. “I’m sorry but I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said while trying to stop my voice from shaking. By that time, I had already broken into cold sweat of nervousness. I felt like a criminal that had been cornered by the police and was about to be dragged off to prison without a route of escape. The only thing that I could do was deny and deny and then deny again all of my crimes. Acting like I had no clue what he was talking about seemed like the best option.

he yells as he steps into me. I frown as I let his words sink in, “ What?” I whisper out, enough for them to hear. “ I won’t do that! I didn’t do any video so I would not do a video to confess it wasn’t real!” I yell out in mid-air. If I do that, then they will think that I put out the video in the first place which I didn’t. Hence I won’t do that!

He knew he had no choice but to confess, to reveal the truth and face the repercussions. Under the relentless questioning and mounting pressure, the Don's resolve crumbled. He started to reveal the intricate details of his plans, his alliances, and the depths of his betrayal. The words spilled out, a confession tainted with regret and desperation. My heart pounded in my chest as the Italian Don made his shocking confession. The revelation sent shivers down my spine, and a mix of anger and disbelief washed over me. So, he was the one behind those relentless attacks in Russia, orchestrated by Isabella Rossi and Macro, his underdogs.