Wild Confession 소설 & 이야기

I continued, “and I'll use every underhanded method in the books. You should've seen Sophia's face when dad ignored her yesterday, on my account. Chef's kiss.” The more she grimaced, the more I poked her. “I wonder what would happen if I told dad that you're no longer a virgin.” “What nonsense did you just say?” Her eyes twitched. I stepped closer, leaning forward until I could whisper in her ears. “Next time you hook up with a celebrity…” I drawled. “Make sure his first name isn't Jack and he isn't one of my closest friends.” Her breath caught, horrified that I knew her dirty little secret.

“But I will. I will find the truth, whether you speak it or not. Even if I have to drag it out of both of you.” She turned and vanished down the corridor, footsteps echoing sharply, her silence louder and more damning than any scream. Elara sagged against the cold stone wall, hands pressed desperately to her chest as the words finally tore free inside her mind like a blade: I confess. I confess. I let your father fuck me raw. I let him fill my cunt with his cum while you slept nearby. I’m addicted to his cock. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The confrontation had come and gone, leaving the fracture wider than ever—jagged, bleeding, impossible to ignore.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

"Don't act like a saint. I wasn't blind at the Meridian tonight. The initials? The 'Love' in the sky?" Thinking of that scene, my eyes burned again. I turned my head back to the window. It wasn't that I still loved him—it was the sheer humiliation of being his legal husband while he declared his soul to another in front of the whole pack. "Lanka!" Suddenly, I was yanked across the seat and into his arms. Andrew stared down at me, his grip firm. "Speak clearly. I never authorized any confession at that park." I snorted. "Don't lie. It's probably viral by now. 'S.W.'—Serena Wolfe. Who else would it be?"

I felt trapped and scared. "Yes," I whispered into the blackness. "I'll confess." "Begin." The command echoed around me. "I... I had sex with Brad this afternoon," I started, my voice trembling. "In my bedroom. My mother caught us and—" I felt my face burn with shame. "That is not a confession, Jenna!" he roared, and the room seemed to shake with his anger. "That is a report! Real confession comes from the heart! It is cinematic! You must describe the sin so I can feel the weight of it! Tell me exactly how you fell into the darkness!" My stomach twisted as his voice grew louder.

He plugged in the flash drive with shaky fingers. A folder opened instantly. “W-Case: Confidential” Inside were three files. 1. “Confession.mp3” 2. “WireLog 2019.txt” 3. “TransferProof.p*f” Lucas hovered over the audio file first. He clicked it. A voice filled the room. Old. Male. Calm. “I told them he’d be a problem. I told Dorian that if Elias kept asking questions, someone would eventually trace it back to the trust fund. So I gave the order.”

> Sometimes, what they call a scandal is just two people refusing to stay silent. My pulse steadied as I typed, line after line—no edits, no filters, just honesty bleeding through every word. It wasn’t a statement. It wasn’t an article. It was a confession. And as I hit save, renaming the file The Hidden Draft, I knew one thing for certain— once this saw daylight, nothing would ever be the same again.

Maybe it’s better this way Anyways see you on the next confession