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“Or have you finally realized what a mistake you’ve made?” I said nothing at first. I simply lifted the leather folder in my left hand and opened it. Inside were the sealed statements, the signed confession. I held it up so the torchlight caught the pages. “Evidence, you know Manuel already turned, right?” I said quietly. Corvin stopped pacing. The color drained from his face so fast it looked like someone had slit his throat. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. “You’re lying,” he snarled, but his voice cracked. “That little whore would say anything to save his own skin. He’s jealous, unstable—”

“For your own good, you need to be prepared.” “You need to sit the fuck up, this ain’t no child play at all.” He says in a louder voice that makes me shake. Without saying a word, I simply run to my room. The moment I get into the room. I cry my eyes out. “I can’t believe this is up I signed up to.” “I thought I had full registered everything and all of this but I guess not.” There is a knock on the door. I am not in the mood to talk to anyone so I just ignore it.

"It's an opportunity." He set his briefcase on the desk and opened it carefully. The sound of paper sliding across wood felt too loud in the small room. He placed a document in front of me. I stepped closer despite myself, it was a formal confession, very detailed and precise. It was claiming emotional instability, claiming involvement in financial manipulation tied to Daniel, claiming guilt. My name was printed neatly at the bottom. Signature line waiting. "I already said no," I said quietly. He clasped his hands.

It sounded like he could read right through me, like he already knew the answer. “I just needed to talk,” I muttered. “And you did. But confession isn’t just about talking. It’s about facing the truth, even the parts we lie about to ourselves.” I lowered my gaze, jaw tight. There was silence between us for a few seconds. Then I sighed, shaking my head slightly. “Fine.” His eyebrows rose a little, surprised. “I said fine,” I repeated. “Let’s do the whole thing. The real confession.” Thorne didn’t gloat. Didn’t look smug. He just nodded, like a man who knew the road would be long, but necessary.

"So when Harper's poison insinuated itself… when the papers came out… it wasn't you I didn't trust, Jonah. It was me. It was my own discretion. It was the specter of a twenty-four-year-old who'd once thought he'd believed in love and had his future and his heart stomped into the ground for it." He had spoken in a fractured voice. "The doubt you saw in my eyes… it was the fear that I was that dumb, ignorant boy again. That I'd let myself be manipulated. That the replay was happening. That it never had to do with you. It had to do with the darkest recess of my own history, one which I've tried every day since to outrun.". The confession was completed. The room felt charged, cleansed by the ter

Shit shit shit! Hell! No freaking way, no no no, just pick your things and get the fuck outta here, Melanie, how can you make this terrible mistake, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a video of my legs spread apart fucking… sucking… gods on their freaking bar as well!! Jezzz!!!!!! I just want to die right now. I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.”

My notebook lies open on the bed, pages scattered with scrawls that don’t look like journalism anymore. I stare at them, ink smudged by my own fingertips, and realize with a slow rush of shame—and something darker—that I’ve stopped writing articles. I’ve started writing confessions. Entry 1 “Pain is not pain when it’s chosen. It becomes something else. A doorway. A release.” That was Jennifer’s voice echoing in my head tonight. I had scribbled it down after watching her work with Leo, but the words feel like mine now.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

And they want me to know they know. I grab my phone. Hands shaking. I should call Jamie. I should call Marcus. Hell, I should call the damn FBI. But all I do is stare at my screen, with the draft confession blinking back at me from my notes app. Suddenly the lies aren’t just lies anymore. They’re leverage. And I’m not the only one holding them.