The Confessions Of Max Tivoli Novels & Stories

And then there goes my good girl conscience, which had disappeared suddenly, mocking and taunting me. ‘oh poppy! What a life you’re living…. You left your husband in another country and followed your fucking affair partners on a vacation trip, will you ever change your slutty character…. You shouldn’t fall for your husband's friends, knowing David set you up, girl, you were supposed to stand your ground and not fucking spread your legs for…. Come….’ ‘Shut the fuck up, bitch’ I whispered in my head, shutting out the thought and giving Troy a seductive smile. At that moment, I wasn’t going to allow one thought to ruin my vacation with the boys.

he asked. My breath came uneven, my thoughts tangled and rushing over each other as I tried to explain. “We found something,” I said, shaking my head, struggling to make it coherent. “At the facility… Max got his records… there were things in it, things he didn’t want anyone to know. And right after that... right after we got it... our car crashed. It’s not a coincidence, Theo. It can’t be.” Theo’s expression hardened slowly as he listened.

Theo closed his eyes. I closed mine too, though for a different reason. “Maxime Rafaello Gómez,” I said quietly. Max stopped three steps from the crime scene, turned, then stuck his tongue out at me. Tiny tongue. Handsome face. Those insolent blue Zachary de Sanctis eyes. My grudge against the Italian man suddenly gained a whole new folder in my heart. Theo opened his eyes, looked at the LEGO ruins, then looked at Max. His face stayed flat.

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

Sylvia asked with concern. She had entered the small anteroom that was adjacent to Marty’s office by accident. Marty’s mansion was purposely built with confusing hallways and rooms in order to maintain the mystique at the grand parties he threw nightly. She was actually looking for the room where one of her favorite patrons, Fahti, was waiting to enjoy one of their “quiet times”. A native of Palestine, Fahti traveled the world extensively; making at least eight trips a year to New York. When he did, he requested exclusive time with Sylvia; something which she looked forward to and practically counted the days for. She considered it pure misfortune to have stumbled into the wrong anti-cham

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

“No. I didn’t.” “Khalid roughed you up, to provide the cover for your new life in South Africa. Am I right? In case you’re questioned then your sob story stands up. Are you Khalid’s little fling on the side?” Max used a girly voice as he air quoted sarcastically, “‘How is he? I love him. I miss him. If they get their way, plans will be destroyed.’”

Hearing that, Maximo said arrogantly, "Not only do I want your ears and pussy to be full of me, I want your heart to be full of me too! This is what I want!" I paused for some time and bit my lips. I did not say anything. "Why did you not say anything, say something for me to listen." He demanded, his tone is full of annoyance. "I don't know what to say." "Whatever, I just want to hear your voice!" Maximo said. These words were extremely domineering across the ocean and reached my ears. I just want to hear your voice. Is he confessing again? Every time Maximo confessed, he would do it so arrogantly that others would not feel any sincerity.

No one knew where she went. Internally, I was shocked by Max's despicable actions, far worse than anything I had imagined. He was a completely different person from the bright, optimistic boy I once knew. It was as if he had become a stranger, someone utterly repugnant. I sneered, "Have you confessed all of this to the police?" "Yes, I have. But what difference does it make? My crimes have already been determined. Talking more won't change anything," Max boasted, defiantly looking at me. "I orchestrated the death of your parents. What can you do about it?"

3rd person POV. Max sat in his study, staring at the flickering spark of the light in the room. His mind was heavy, different thoughts swinging in his mind like a web he couldn't escape. The discovery of his father's missing body had shaken him, but now, learning the reason behind his father's captivity filled him with cold fury. Stanford Hayes. Max clenched his jaw as he thought about the man. A fraud. A man who had been shrinking his father’s company. And Vivian had been the one to expose him.