False Confession Novelas e Histórias

“I hand this file to the FBI. You go to federal prison for extortion, fraud, and corporate espionage. Leo goes into the foster care system. You never see him again.” She let out a strangled wail, clutching her chest. “No! No, please, not Leo!” “Option B,” I continued, ignoring her tears. “You write a confession. Right now. You record a video on your phone admitting everything—Vane, the money, the fake test, the lawyer. You email it to me. And then…” I leaned in closer. “Then you disappear.” She blinked. “Disappear?”

I don’t tell him this though. If I decide to do this hopefully she’ll understand. “You won’t have to. We’ll just keep it between us.” He shrugs. “And when the time comes then we’ll tell her.” I don’t trust Race. Yet I’m interested in how this will end. “There’s no ‘we’.” I’ll be the one to tell her anything. My mind drift and I catch it. “ My real concern here is.. why has the king’s vizier lost his master?”

"I knew it. What do you want, Vanessa?" "Look at you, stuck in this room while the holiday break is passing you by," she starts, pacing around the foot of my bed. "Mom isn't going to let you out anytime soon. She's completely convinced your little hockey boyfriend is some gang member who's going to ruin the family reputation. But... I can fix it." "You can fix it?" I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "You're the one who ratted me out in the first place."

I read it on my phone while Leo was at school and the apartment was quiet. The statement was two paragraphs. Vanessa did not use more words than the statement required, which was consistent with everything I knew about her. The first paragraph acknowledged her role in the reinforcement of the false narrative about Evelyn in the period following the gala. Not a full confession, because Vanessa understood the difference between a legal document and a public statement and had written each with the precision appropriate to its purpose. But a careful, precise acknowledgment of culpability. She had been given information about Evelyn that she had chosen to believe because the believing was conveni

"We've kept track of you over the years. It was a precaution. Nothing more." A precaution. He had eyes on me my entire life, knew about Martha's illness, knew about the hospital, knew about the bill I had received this very morning, and he called it a precaution. I thought about every ordinary day I had lived in this apartment, making tea, doing laundry, sitting with my cracked laptop, living by scraps… and the idea that someone, someone this wealthy, not to mention my biological father! had been watching all of it. My stomach turned. "Let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be a woman I have never even met, marry a man I don't know. Live a lie for three years."

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

"Failed? You don't believe that test do you? They're known to be inaccurate." "I have decided to interrogate and follow up on the test results." "You're not interrogating her are you?" "We're interrogating the rogue... So far he hasn't slipped up in his answers." "Well did he confess to doing it?" "No." "When I first met him he told me he didn't do it and that I had the wrong person... You don't think he was telling the truth... Do you?" She asked. "Even if he did... Let's say you did it... Would you confess to doing it?"

I told him, my chest heaving from the annoyance this man was causing me. "What the heck do you mean I did to your sister?" He asked, obviously confused. "Maybe a Mel Crisostomo can jog your memory?"As I asked, I braced myself for a guilty expression, but instead, he seemed more confused when I mentioned my sister's name. He gives off the impression that he is seriously considering it and trying to recall the name, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he is just faking it. Either that, or he has so many victims that he has lost count of the number of women he has toyed with, including my sister.

Conrad immediately nodded and replied, "I understand. I'll get it done." If a situation spiraled out of hand, its reliability would greatly decrease. People would struggle to discern truth from falsehood. Accuracy would become inconsequential, and the situation would eventually subside. Attempting to conceal the news would only raise more suspicion. Moreover, the person behind the scenes would likely devise additional methods to uncover the truth.