The Confessions Of Max Tivoli Novels & Stories

I could feel the tension building with every passing second. Trevon looked like he was mentally cursing every move he made. He swam alongside Tanisha, muttering under his breath. Tanisha? She looked like she might just jump in after Tanya herself. The girl didn’t trust Max for obvious reasons—just this morning, she had caught him with two naked women fleeing his room, right after Seraphina had been there. But Tanisha’s anger wasn’t helping. Sullivan, on the other hand, seemed excited. I couldn’t blame him. He’d seen Mabel do things that defied belief, and I’m sure he was hoping for another show.

Salvatore's men weren't far behind, and the weight of the flash drive in her pocket seemed to grow heavier with each passing minute. Max, the man who had taken them in, was silent, his eyes flicking to the small stack of supplies piled in the corner of the room. He hadn't told them much about himself only that he'd once been involved with people like Salvatore but had turned his back on them when he realized how deep the corruption ran. There was something about Max's calm demeanor that both reassured and unsettled Sophia. He knew too much, and he seemed far too prepared. "Do you have any idea how close they are?" James asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, guarded, as though he kn

My voice cracked, trembling violently. “Oh babe you're awake,” Max said, flashing me one of those innocent smiles I had come to love. If I didn't know better, I would have fallen for it again. But I knew better now. My hands clenched into tight fists by my sides under the blanket. “Max… are you now an organ trafficker?” I managed to ask through clenched teeth, fighting to keep my voice steady. He tilted his head, pretending he didn't know what I was talking about, his fake softness making my stomach churn.“What do you mean my queen?”

I had always wondered what happened to Max and his family, but they had vanished without a trace, leaving me to wonder and worry. "What did you do, Max?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Fear coursed through my veins, threatening to consume me. "I got involved with the wrong people, Bella. I owed them money, and when I couldn't pay, they threatened to harm my family," Max confessed, his voice filled with anguish. "I had no choice but to disappear, to protect them. I thought by leaving, I could keep them safe." The room fell silent as I processed his words. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering the illusion of safety and security I had built for myself. Max's secret

Trisha cracked up in the background, and someone, probably Igor, let out an amused snort. “Well,” Jullian said, giving Max a mysterious look, “you know I can’t reveal that kind of classified information.” Max went quiet, then nodded slowly like someone who’d just had their conspiracy theory confirmed. “Okay. I believe you.” “Thank you,” Jullian replied. “But… can I come with you sometime?” Max asked. I immediately turned toward the screen. “Max...” But he was already looking over his shoulder, toward Pascha, who, somehow, was now standing right behind him.

“Pedro, I know you’re still mad at your old man. And I give you every reason to be. But I’m dying, and even though you don’t care, I want you to know the truth about everything. I’d like to tell you this in person, to ask for your forgiveness, but I know I’m the last person you’ll want to see. I’m going to leave a letter for your mother, confessing my sins, and I’ll ask Bruno to deliver it to her when I die. I know Sofia will send someone to pick you up and bring you to Los Angeles as soon as she reads my letter. I know you don’t care enough to be here before that happens. And I don’t blame you. I’ve done a lot of bad things. I took you away from the woman you loved, I took away your chance

The man with the gray tuxedo said as he flipped his chair and looked at me. "About what?" I asked. "Since you're the only girl and the top 1 at the highest ranking, we would like to give you this problem and solve it as soon as possible." He gives me an envelope and seems like there's something inside on it. Why me? I accept it and open it up. There's a picture inside. And when I'm looking at it, it seems like I lost all of my strength. It's a picture of Kate Ventura's death, is this a murder or suicidal?

“You don't know what you're talking about—” “Then deny it” Max countered. “I mean, she's right here” he gestured to where I stood. “Tell Bianca that from the very moment you met her, you weren't trying to fuck her. Tell her that that urge to have her under your thumb didn't multiply when you found out she was with me.” He leaned further into the couch, like the comfort couldn't seep any deeper through his bones. “Tell her you didn't make a deal with Kelly at the OnlyFans party to get the clip of my drugged state with Vanessa, and use that to finally tip her off the edge.”

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.