Novel & Cerita The Confessions Of Max Tivoli

Vic strode towards me but as I backed up a few steps, he stopped, and his face became flushed. "Thanks for all the trouble you took to organise this party for me, but I would have been fine even without it and I don't need certificate from you about my friends. They have been with me in my highs and lows and never left me. Unlike you. Remember that goon who used to harass me on my way to college in my first year? I was so scared that I almost thought of never going to college again. All my friends went and complained to the Principal against him and his gang, and guess what... that guy was never seen around again. They used to drop me and pick me up whenever I needed to, so that I am never l

He keeps walking down a dimly lit hallway behind the main hall. The moment the noise fades Marcus spins around. His face is furious. “Are you completely out of your mind, Rhys?” Marcus barks, stepping right into my space. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Pretending to be Reid? Chloe told me Jami had confessed to Reid, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were at it again…what kinda shitty game are you playing, kissing Jami in front of the entire city? Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”

“And if I don’t?” Max’s smile returned, cold and sharp. “Then I’ll tell Vivian about your affair. I’ll tell Father. I’ll tell Miguel.” He paused. “I’ll tell everyone that Dr. Alexander Hale, the respectable surgeon and devoted family man, is fucking the twenty-year-old daughter of his best friend under his own roof while his wife and son sleep down the hall.” Alexander’s vision blurred red. “You’re blackmailing me.” “I’m offering you a trade.” Max stood and straightened his jacket. “Give me what I want, and your secret stays safe. Keep fighting me for a position you don’t even want, and I burn your entire life to the ground.”

“And you need to hear it.” Something in his tone made me look at him. There was a weight to his words, a heaviness that sent a chill down my spine. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice trembling. Max didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled a leather folder from under his arm and placed it on the table in front of me. He opened it slowly, deliberately, revealing a stack of papers. “What is this?” I asked, eyeing the documents warily. “Evidence,” he said, his voice hard. “Proof that Louis has been betraying you and your family, for years.”

Like just as Conri predicted, Max was the one to play the devil’s advocate. “Your highness, how sure are you that this girl, does not want to trick you or have you are her mercy?” max asked as he kept staring at the sleeping Delilah. “Yes your highness, Max has a point. How sure are your that this girl bares the truth?” one of the advisers said. Conri smiled as he stared directly at Max.

“I don’t know! I swear—I just got a tip, that’s all!” Leo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “You expect me to believe that?” He released Max’s shirt and shoved him back into his chair, the sudden movement sending fresh waves of pain through the reporter’s broken arm. Max clutched his arm, eyes wide with fear, but before he could utter another word, Leo grabbed him by the wrist again, his fingers pressing hard into the fragile bone. Max’s breath hitched, his voice trembling. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! It was someone that gave me the tip. I don’t know their name—I just got an anonymous message offering dirt on Chloe!”

“I didn't think so, we all could see in your eyes how you collapsed internally; look, Angelo, I saw you born and grow up, I tried to be a father to you; I know you very well, that's why I know that it altered you; I don't know the reason, because you avoided going to your villa during those three years of that marriage; I know how you were sleeping in the office; I don't know the reason you didn't continue with that relationship; you already had your head inside; you were already legally married.” “Luis, you are wrong; you do not remember well. That traitor sang more than Pavarotti; he told us that Max would meet with several of our enemies to deliver confidential information. He told us the

His eyes widened in terror, he vigorously shook his head as he hauntingly cried out and groaned in pain. He hadn’t done it. He hoped to say but was too conflicted to say a word. I knew he didn’t do it, but that was going to be our little secret. I leaned down, my lips against Maxwell’s ear when I whispered. “I asked around, and your friend confirmed your involvement.” “My friend?” Maxwell blinked at me slowly. I hummed. “Gustavo?” Again, I hummed. I had never heard a man scream as loud as Maxwell was screaming. He cursed, he begged, he cried, he promised that it wouldn’t ever happen again, he denied his involvement—and all I did was sit there, watching him with an amused smile on my face.

"We can't let this setback defeat us. We need to fight harder than ever to prove Emily's innocence and clear her name. But how do we discredit Max's confession? He's left behind a note with his confession, and there's no way to prove that it's not genuine." Aiden smiled wryly, a glint of mischief in his eye. "Ah, my dear Chloe," he said. "That's where I come in. I happen to have a little trick up my sleeve that just might help us discredit Max's confession. But we'll need to act fast if we want to pull it off." Chloe leaned in, her interest piqued. "What kind of trick?" she asked. Aiden leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Let's just say that I know a guy who can cre