The Confessions Of Max Tivoli Novelas e Histórias

She made to move back but Maximus held her shoulders and thinking it was one of the requirements for wiping her memory, she gently closed her eyes and waited, but heard him say instead; "I like you, Marianne. You are not like the others and I don't pick my victims. I didn't realize how hurt you must have been when you found out about what I did. The truth...is that I couldn't resist you any longer, and I didn't know what better way it is for me to tell you, because I don't know what would happen when you find out about what I am. You really weren't supposed to find out that way." Marianne slowly opened her eyes and was all in shock at his confession. How can he just confess like that, and th

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.

My Confession is nearing to the end. I’m really happy you stayed with me through out my boring Confessions, thank you. So Jessica is back, that was unexpected. Who knows the kind of trouble she will gift us this time. Everyone is now aware of my deal with Michael, let’s see how they will react Let’s begin, shall we? TO THE LAST, I GRAPPLE WITH THEE; FROM HELL’S HEART, I STAB AT THEE; FOR HATE’S SAJE, I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s see what pathetic little files you brought. Fabricated emails? Edited footage? You forget who you’re talking to.” “No,” Max replied. “You forgot who I am.” The words cracked through the ballroom like lightning. “You thought you were clever,” Max continued. “Sleeping your way into power. Using women like chess pieces. Whispering promises into ears while blackmailing their husbands. You thought you were invincible.” He raised the USB in the air. “But this little device? This has every transaction. Every recording. Every debt you’ve leveraged to pretend you belong in the empire I inherited.”

She turned frantic and questioned, “How do you know so much? Who told you? Was it Jeremy?” “Jeremy?” Logan tilted his head to the side and then saw Elder Maximus wincing. Comprehension dawned on his face as he turned to look at Elder Maximus and asked, “Do you want to confess something, Elder Maximus?” “He is my other son,” Elder Maximus could not hide anymore. “I did not know that the woman I slept with was a dark witch…” he glared at Mavis. “Back then I thought it was an accident but now I think it wasn’t one.”

She sank to her knees, journal clutched in both hands. But this wasn’t submission. This was preparation. She was ready to know it all. Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages. They weren’t entries. They were confessions. Each written in Lilith’s jagged, almost manic hand—like the ink had bled straight from her veins. He watched me before Maxim even touched me. He told me he was protecting me. But you can’t protect someone while studying them. You can’t fck someone and call it protection.*

"He’s not a traitor, he’s a facilitator. He’s running the transit routes for a global sex trafficking ring." Heavy footsteps echo on the concrete behind me. Max is the first to reach the table. He looms over my shoulder, his massive presence casting a long shadow over the glowing screens. He reads the spreadsheet. The relaxed, jovial energy vanishes from his frame, replaced by a cold, radiating violence. Tariq steps up next to him, the bubbly smile totally erased from his face. Oba moves in from the side, his jaw tight. I feel like I’m going to vomit. The bile rises in the back of my throat, thick and bitter.

And it felt like a slap on my face. Max had used my weakness against me. The sly bastard had decided to hit me where it hurts, using my fear as a weapon. He knew that I wanted to keep my sexuality a secret, so he was blackmailing me with his sex tape. Of course, I asked for proof, and he sent me a copy. Indeed, the wicked boy had recorded Fabian and me in the shower, making love. I sat on the sofa, sipping from my scotch whiskey as I braced myself for what was to happen. I was trying to drown myself in alcohol so I wouldn't be in my right senses when everything went down.

Windgate corporate office was busy and so many people were headed into the office. Max was sitting at his office desk going through the different investigation reports on Levi and Mia… After finding out such huge scandals he immediately felt bad for Asia… Asia seemed to trust these two people with her life… Max sat at his desk with a very huge frown.. Levi was currently broke an seem to be living off of Asia assets.. Levi company would be bankrupt soon without Asia merger… He would never allow Asia to follow through with the merger… Levi was stealing money from her and also using her money to pay for sex… Levi also presented Asia with false bank records… Asia clearly did not know about his f