Kier laughed out loud after hearing what Jerson said. “The Young Master was dead. How can I trust you?” he asked. He looked at Jerson who was looking at him seriously. He immediately stopped laughing and said, “Stop kidding me.”Jerson smirked. “Did you hear the old man announce his grandson’s death? I didn’t know that you'd believe such groundless gossip.”Harvey rubbed his nose. “Kier saw that person’s body. It was certain that he was dead.”Jerson tilted his head. He didn’t know that there was a body. No one told him that there was a body found in the same area where the incident happened. Nobody told him that there was a body and people thought it was him. He heaved a deep breath. “I am well and alive. That attempted murder made me forget my past, now I am here to take back my throne.”Kier laughed again. “Bring me some evidence,” he demanded. Jerson chuckled as he typed Red’s number. After only a few rings, Red answered his call. “Young Master?”Jerson made sure to put his phone
Jerson didn’t do anything excessive but he felt extremely tired. He didn’t know if it was because of Avialanché and their discussion or if he was just mentally exhausted because of everything he found out. He just wanted to find his parents, believing they would help him feel up the void in his heart. He didn’t want to know anything about his grandfather’s background nor anything related to Clientes Esclavos. He just wanted a reason to stay alive. After eating the meal that Vishnu prepared, they both go to bed. Vishnu hugged his back while sniffing his nape as they lay on his narrow bed. “You smelled nice, Jerson,” Vishnu stated. He kissed Jerson’s nape tenderly like he was worshipping Jerson’s body. Vishnu’s lips were cold and soft, making Jerson moan in pleasure. While Vishnu was repeatedly kissing his nape, the Prosecutor was also squeezing his abs using his left hand while the man’s other hand was tracing his ass. Vishnu was grinding his manhood on Jerson’s covered with cloth a
Vishnu texted Jerson only once and after that, Vishnu never contacted him again. Vishnu said that he would come back after he fixed some of his private issues but it had been weeks already and Vishnu didn’t come back yet. Jerson was worried. He tried finding Vishnu but to no avail. He sighed and lay down on the couch. His apartment was full of memories with Vishnu making him miss his man more. He wished Vishnu would come back to him sooner. To avoid getting bored, he scrolled his phone and saw Red's message. He opened it with his frowning face. [Your grandfather is expecting you tonight at the estate. Make sure to come. —Red]“I don’t want to miss Vishnu when he comes back, but I should attend the old man’s invitation,” Jerson whispered while looking at his phone. He sighed as he lazily got up. He took a quick bath. If Vishnu chose him over anything, Jerson would be willing to leave everything he planned out. From his grandfather, his parents, and those who was the suspect in the a
“That is you, Soviet Kierson Ferrer, the current owner of Clientes Esclavos.”Jerson slammed both of his hands against the table. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he angrily said as he seethed his teeth. “The past owner of the Clientes Esclavos before you, was your grandmother, my wife, Navarre Emerson Ferrer,” the old Ferrer confessed. Jerson was dumbfounded while Harold Ferrer, his grandfather, continued talking. “Your grandmother was part of the mafia.” Harold declared. “Navarre, my wife, is a good person and a good Madam of our family. She’s my light, my savior, my remedy. My wife is a good person but her family wasn’t. Her brother, Wayne, murdered her.” Harold clenched his jaw. “The Oliveira brothers and Wayne Emerson became colleagues soon after their parents and your parents died. After I managed to kill that bastard Wayne, the Oliveira brothers took over that clan. Wayne’s son, Derrick Emerson, became your butler. And that's where all your misfortune happened.”Jerson
Jerson felt extremely exhausted. He wanted to rest so badly. He wanted everything to end. He needed to rest and he wanted to rest forever. Five days. For five days, Jerson was living in the abandoned rest house beside the shore. He eats once a day and would tend to lay down on the shore for the day and stare at the resthouse’s canopy for the entire night. He was wasted. Sometimes he would think about drowning himself. Cut his wrist until he dies due to blood loss. Shoot his head and die. He was thinking about everything that would kill him. He wanted to die so bad. He wanted to do it. Vishnu was the only person he could think of after thinking of killing himself. What if Vishnu blames himself for his death? What if Vishnu got hurt when he died? What would he do if he sees Vishnu cry for him?He could never hurt Vishnu even after knowing everything. He believed that everything he shared with Vishnu was genuine. He believed Vishnu loved him the same. After five days of letting himse
TW: SuicideJerson was just staring at the canopy. It’s been hours since Vishnu and Derrick left but the image of them holding hands keeps bugging his mind. Every time he would close his eyes, the way Vishnu passionately kissed Derrick’s neck tended to replay. His body was aching but his heart hurt more. Jerson curled up while lying on the cold floor. He felt dirty. Vishnu said that he was disgusting. Yet after hearing those painful words, he still wished for Vishnu’s happiness. He just couldn’t hurt the man he loves.Everything was breaking him apart. Noah’s betrayal. His parents were dead. His grandmother abducted Alec’s sister. Van never treats him as a friend. His family should be the ones to aid him but were the ones who kept him in the dark. And Vishnu found him as nothing more than a disgusting slut. None of those people who he would risk his own life called. None of them asked if he was okay as if they didn’t know him. Just like before, no one comforted him. And yet, as if
It has been days since Derrick last saw Jerson. He didn’t know what Vishnu was planning on using his name again but seeing how he pushed Jerson away, Vishnu must have his reasons and that's what he wanted to know. Vishnu was acting strangely fine as if all of his actions were calculated. Derrick was afraid. He knew Jerson. Jerson never cried even though he was suffering so much, but once he did, that only meant one thing. That all that was happening in his life was tormenting him badly that he wanted to give up. He saw it once. He saw how Jerson suffered before and it was far beyond worse than he had suffered from. Derrick looked around the Night Stripped. Vishnu, Noah, Alec, and Van were having booze as if they never cared about Jerson. Have they ever cared for Jerson genuinely?It was almost eight in the evening so he got up and planned to check on Jerson. He saw it. He saw the blood that tainted around Jerson’s arms and clothes. He saw his empty eyes. He saw how Jerson hit hi
Derrick checked if Jerson had wounds aside from the wound on his right arm. Derrick sighed. Aside from scratches on Jerson’s left hand, and some contusion on his legs, there were no other serious injuries. He didn’t know where he got the wound from but if his intuition is correct, the day Vishnu and Jerson broke up, Jerson already had the wound. Derrick immediately called Valenn. He explained Jerson’s situation and current condition. The best phrase that fits to describe Jerson best right now was broken beyond repair. He was staring at random places. He couldn’t respond to anyone. “What a pitiful young man,” the lady said. Derrick looked at the old lady as she continued, “I am a retired psychiatrist. This man is lost. Too lost that he couldn’t find himself.” The lady stared at Jerson. “Akinetic Catatonia. This is the most common type of catatonia. Someone with akinetic catatonia often stares blankly and won’t respond when you speak to them. If they do respond, they may only repeat
Clandestine Affair, book 1 of Affair Duology, is finally completed!This is the first novel I’ve completed so far and it is a long and hard journey as procrastination always gets the best of me. I enjoyed writing this and I will start writing book 2 of the Affair Duology as soon as I finished editing and revising book 1. All the revelations will be revealed and explained in the second book. If you came to hate Vishnu in the first book, his actions would be justified (I hope so) in the second book. Also, book 2 will include stories of our side characters. I hope you support and love the second book as much as you do in the CA.That's all! We’ll see each other in the second book, readers. Love lots!
KIERSONI always liked Vishnu and I always will. Obviously, I don't know where it all started. Is it when our first argument happened?Or was it when he saw me jump at the school wall because I was planning to cut classes and he reported it to the principal?Did I fall deeper when we were arguing all the time and chances we had? Am I already whipped when we became friends?Did I fall too hard?Maybe I did. No… I am certain. I did fall harder. It would always be a painful yet happy memory of when my grandfather sent Derrick Emerson to me. I was enthusiastic for Derrick to meet my friends. I was happy when they became close. All those happy memories when I was in high school were with them. I was happy because I am with them…“Jerson,” Vishnu called me. I lazily looked at him as I raised my brows. “What?” I asked. Vishnu smiled cheekily and he squeezed my cheeks. “Guess what? I like someone!”I faked a smile. Of course, I know who it was. “Derrick, was it?” I asked. Though, I was s
“An apology without litigation is just manipulation, Vishnu. Remember this day. You killed this man… you said that you want him dead… and his death was your fault.”Vishnu aggressively shook his head as he clenched his fist while kneeling down. Kierson was really dead and he saw it with his own eyes. Kierson died and it was all his fault. “It’s just funny to see how this man could easily forgive you after everything you’ve done to him. From how you’ve pushed him into his insanity in your senior days up to how you chose Derrick five years ago, and still choose Derrick after neglecting him even though that means he’ll die. Isn’t it worse than dying? Yes?”Every word served as a dagger that pierced his heart. Vishnu grabbed his chest as he felt like his heart was clenching. The scene where Kierson was lying down with his blood on the ground was piercing a hole through his soul. The feeling was unpleasant. The void in his heart kept on getting bigger. Darkness started to invade him. Va
Kierson was all tied up. Valenn was dragging him out of the mansion while Leon and Harvey were on their back — following them. The whole mansion was a hodgepodge. The shattered glasses caused by the bullets were scattered around. Most of the artifacts were broken. The paintings were hanging down and the chairs and tables were turned over. Harvey, Valenn, and Leon were wearing masks like a criminal. “Stop dragging! I can walk!” Kierson shouted. “We would want to let go because of your weight but it wouldn’t be believable if I let you walk there by yourself unscathed,” Leon replied. Kierson’s eyes twitched. “What the hell are you planning?”Valenn tsked. “I know that you’re still hoping for Vishnu to have a change of heart, Kierson. Before everything else, I’ll have to wake you from your delusions.”“Are you kidding me? Untie me! Pronto!” Kierson struggled and tried to free himself from Valenn's grasp. He was also continuously cursing at them but the three didn’t mind.“Gag his mou
Kierson began finding some clues and documents related to Alex Ferrer in his grandfather’s office. He rummaged through the whole room. From the old man's desk, the cabinets, and the shelves but unfortunately, he could not find anything. Everything was a mess as he nearly turned the whole room upside-down. Kierson sighed and sat on the floor. He wiped his wet palm on his handkerchief. He wiped his beads of sweat and sat on the couch near the table. Gladly, he was okay. The abnormal sweating stopped. His heart rate came back to normal. It was as if his anxiety episode never happened. Fortunately, he overcame it without somebody’s help. He came over it without the help of his psychiatrist. Kierson stared at the ceiling as he pondered Alex Ferrer’s possible logical reasons for ruining everyone’s life. Alex Ferrer is the reason for all of these twists and turns that ruined most people’s lives.Kierson wished to know everything. “Just why the fuck was Alex Ferrer keep on pestering us?
“What do you want?” Derrick asked. “You’re unexpectedly more helpful and more receptive to cooperating with us than I thought,” Kier asserted. Derrick rolled his eyes. “Just tell me what you want… ask me what you want to know. I have nothing to hide anyway,” he urged. “You’re boring,” Kier commented as he plopped on the seat in front of Derrick. Derrick chuckled. “I get that a lot.”Kier turned his head and slanted his back against the backrest of his chair. He pressed his lips and stared at Derrick. Seeing Derrick up close, he could not condemn Vishnu. There was no doubt that Vishnu really took Kierson to be a substitute for his lover. No matter what angle, Kierson, and Derrick really have similarities in terms of facial features and height. It was like Kierson was more of an Emerson than a Ferrer. Eye color and innate autocratic aura aside, Kierson didn’t get the Ferrers traits. Kier sighed and said, “What do you know about Alex Ferrer?”Derrick tilted his head. “Beats me. Th
“Harvey escaped,” Kier reported as soon as he entered Kierson's office. Kierson clenched his jaw as he put down all the pictures signifying that Alec Ferrer was the new Police Chief. That means that in order to get that position, Alex Ferrer had to brutally kill, his younger brother, Harold Ferrer. Alex was the one who killed Kierson’s grandfather and with Wayne Emerson’s aid, Alex Ferrer managed to kill Noah’s parents and his parents. But how did Wayne Emerson meet Alex Ferrer and what pushed Alex Ferrer to go this far?Why does Wayne Emerson desperately want to kill Kierson?What was Noah’s reason for engaging with the Empresí and joining hands with Wayne Emerson? What made the Empresarium obscure all the underworld's crimes?Why does the Avialanché want to kill all the criminals? What stirred up all of these problems?Kierson couldn’t possibly answer those questions. As he, himself, was just merely a pawn. An ignorant pawn who was scrambling according to the players’ method.H
“Kier was drugged, Kierson. I don’t know how it happened but when I came back, I just saw him in a drunken state,” Harvey explained. “Jane Draco’s body was already missing and Valenn was found unconscious inside. He was injected with propofol.” Harvey looked at Kierson’s eyes with his knitted brows. “Vishnu and Derrick had already left after you left and I haven’t seen the suspect.”Kierson furrowed his brows. “Have you talked to Valenn? Does he know who the suspect is?” he asked. Harvey pressed his lips. “That’s what makes it more strange. He said it was your mother, Clementine.”“What?!” Kierson exclaimed. “My parents are both dead. Is he serious?!”“That’s right, Kierson. Unless your grandfather lied to you or someone was using your parent's face,” he mumbled. “What about Kier? Is he okay?” Kierson inquired. “He’s okay. I guess?"Jerson nodded and stared at the cutlery on the small table. There were also pipes and on the other table were pliers and scissors. The same day after
A man so lost finally ruined his home. Even after dismissing Kio Bourner, Kierson couldn’t get those words out of his head. He was thinking about it over and over again.What happened that made Alex Ferrer hate the Ferrer family so much? What did Alex do to make the Ferrer household hate him? Why do things keep on getting worse?Why do these things find no end?Kierson immediately called Harvey and told them to wait in the Ferrer’s estate. He had to find Alex Ferrer.He knows that Wayne Emerson wasn’t the mastermind of all of this trouble, but what he didn’t expect was that it was his grandfather's older brother. He didn’t even know that Harold Ferrer has an older brother. No one told him about Alex Ferrer. Not his parents. Not his grandfather.They only knew how to keep Kierson in the dark. Arriving at his estate, everyone in the patrol hurriedly runs toward him. “What happened?” Kierson asked with his brows furrowed. One of his people out of breath retorted, “The Oliveira bro