Novel & Cerita The Confessions Of Max Tivoli

“This ain’t some uptown lounge. This is Mario’s Bar. No CCTV. Just angry fists and bad decisions.” Max’s smile thinned as he stepped forward, his presence sharpening. “No CCTV?” he repeated, voice low. “Then if I report this to the police, it becomes your word against mine… that you and your buddies jumped my boyfriend in your bar.” The man stiffened. “Whoa, whoa—I didn’t say anyone jumped him.” “But you didn’t say they didn’t either,” Max replied calmly, his eyes glinting. “You think this face bruised itself?”

Panic filled Ella’s eyes. The color drained from her face as she stammered, “I thought confessing meant I’d be forgiven. Why… Why won’t you let me go?” “Because betrayal deserves nothing less than hell.” Max raised his bloodied hand and signaled for the men to drag her away. Ella’s wails echoed down the hall. “No! Why? You were the ones who chose to do everything I asked! This isn’t fair!” Max ignored her cries. After wrapping his hand in a quick bandage, he and Leo boarded the helicopter bound for Italy.

Or maybe, I just liked everything Maixm did to me because when Ivanov flogged me, there was nothing but pain and all I could do was scream. Speaking of Ivanov. “I have something to tell you.” “What is it, baby?” I tried to ignore the pet name. “Ivanov has our sex tape.” “What do you mean?” Maxim sat up straight. “The first time we had sex with that man in the room,” I explained even if I didn’t feel like it. It made me sick that a lot of people had watched such an intimate dark moment. “Ivanov had a camera on him and he has a copy of it. They’ve all watched it.”

his hoarse voice cracked. I did not speak again. I heard him sigh very loud and deep before pulling himself up. He struggled to stand up, as if he was very weak. My lips parted, but I stopped myself from talking. Slowly, he went behind me, and pushed my wheelchair towards the elevator. The cold and harsh wind kissed my face as soon as we got in the rooftop. He looked at me, so weak and lifeless. I lifted my chin. “Tell me everything.” I saw how he swallowed hard. Is he having a hard time confessing about his lies, or he's hesitating because he doesn't want to let me go? I will choose the latter, but I don't wanna get my hopes so high again.

Frustration boils inside of me as I pace back and forth in front of Maxim, waiting for him to compose himself. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Maxim crumbles. His face turns pale as the realization of being caught sinks in. Gasping for air, tears stream down his face. He struggles against the zip-ties one last time, but it is no use. Finally, he gives in and confesses to everything. There’s a moment of hesitation before Maxim confesses, “Mario Alfonso” My blood runs cold at the revelation. I had suspected something like this, but to hear it confirmed is a devastating blow. The rage I feel almost consumes me.

Trevor seemed to think about something before asking "Max... Who was the guy in the house the other day?" Max froze a little, he had feared the day he had to speak about this part of his life with Trevor. Despite what people could think, he wasn't ashamed of the way he had chosen to live his life. But in front of Trevor he didn't know why, but he was kinda afraid to talk about it, he didn't want the person he loved to judge him base on this. But he decided to be honest anyway "I think, I had a thing with him" Max mumbled, that was so not him, he thought, at that moment he couldn't even look at Trevor in the eyes.

“I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.” His eyes narrowed. “Really? That’s your angle?” “I’m Chloe Briggs,” I said smoothly. “Culinary student. New to L.A. No skeletons in the closet. Just a girl trying to make good pasta.” Max didn’t blink. “You’ve been lying to me since the day I met you.” “You’ve been following me since the day you met me.” I leaned a little closer, dropping my voice. “Creepy, by the way.” “Creepy?” He huffed a humorless laugh. “You think I enjoy babysitting Mafia princesses with fake names and enough baggage to fill a crime scene report?”

I asked, a new suspicion blooming. “Because I was the one who delivered the envelope of cash to him when I was fifteen,” Max said, his voice thick with shame. “It was my… initiation.” The revelation stunned me. Max wasn’t just a victim. He’d been a participant. “Why would he talk to me?” I asked. “If he took the money to stay quiet?” “Because he’s dying,” Max said quietly. “Late-stage cancer. He has nothing left to lose. And maybe… maybe he wants to clear his conscience before he goes.”

- A rite of discovery of secrets, both spiritual and bodily. I shifted my slightly lost look at Maxim, who, seeing my confusion, looked displeasedly at Ulzius and explained to me: - An interview, Leah, it's just an interview. And you can refuse... - Yes, - this bad werewolf interrupted him: - But then you, it turns out, wasted your time by coming here, and the refund of money to the temple ... - Leah, listen, - Maxim interrupted him and squatted down in front of me, squeezing my hand soothingly, - if you are in doubt, we can come later or during the interview you can not answer some questions. Trust me, no one will force you.

Max wanted to lie to himself that she had indeed given a treatment to a customer…but the unmistakable musky scent of a man and her panicking, not telling the truth, only solidified the fact she had lied to him. Max felt betrayed. He grabbed her wrist and said to her in a chilling voice, “I’m no fool, Tiffany. I’m not as dumb as Julian! “Remember, because of you, I lied to my father. You can only be my woman for the rest of your life!” He then pushed her onto the sofa. “Max—!” Waverly fell onto the sofa and looked at him pitiably. This was the first time she saw him this enraged. She explained fearfully, “I really didn’t—”