CHAPTER 41: Jack’s devilish idea

Many were shocked and surprised because they never thought that Marcelino was an extremely wealthy person. It was then that they realized he had been pretending to be poor. Victor, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes wide in astonishment at what he had witnessed. The helicopter Marcelino boarded was exclusively for the wealthiest families in the world.

"No way, is-- is that really John?" Victor asked himself.

"Now you know. Do you think that with what you told him earlier about killing John and his entire clan, you can still manage?" suddenly spoke Miss Anamae from behind Victor. Victor turned around and exclaimed, "Miss Anamae!"

"Boss, we're afraid John might come after us. For now, it's every man for himself," said Victor's companions who had just been beaten up by Marcelino. They were now limping due to the injuries and bruises they had sustained. One by one, Victor's companions left him out of fear that John might come after them because from the beginning, they had bullied John. Now that they knew how wealthy John was, they regretted what they had done to him. Victor could only hold his head in regret for what he had done to Marcelino. In his mind, he felt so small, like an insect compared to the life Marcelino had.

Back at the Innovation Family Mansion, Marcelino had finally returned after three months of training with the Venom Hunter. He had undergone significant changes. Everyone was astonished to see how his body had transformed from being skinny to muscular.

The news of Marcelino's return quickly reached Jack, who wasted no time in heading to Marcelino's mansion to see him. Jack had missed Marcelino dearly ever since he left for training. Jack, an expert hacker capable of infiltrating global systems, including those of America, had become Marcelino's ally. Marcelino valued Jack's skills highly, making him a crucial part of his plans.

Jack knocked on the grand doors of the mansion, his heart pounding with anticipation. Marcelino himself opened the door, his transformed physique causing Jack to gasp in admiration.
"Jack! It's been too long, my friend," Marcelino greeted with a broad smile, stepping aside to let Jack in.

"Marcelino, you've changed so much. I can hardly recognize you," Jack said, his eyes unable to hide the admiration and longing he felt.
Marcelino chuckled, leading Jack to his room. "Come on, let's catch up. It's been quite an experience, and I have so much to tell you."

Once in the privacy of Marcelino's room, Jack's emotions surged. The muscular physique of Marcelino was more than he had imagined, and his desire to be close to him intensified. They sat down with a bottle of whiskey, the conversation flowing easily as they reminisced about old times.

"You know, Marcelino," Jack began, his voice slightly trembling. "I've always admired you. Not just for your skills and intelligence, but for who you are as a person."
Marcelino, already a few drinks in, smiled warmly. "Thanks, Jack. That means a lot coming from you."

As the night wore on, Marcelino began to feel the effects of the alcohol more intensely than usual. Unbeknownst to him, Jack had slipped a drug into his drink, making him more susceptible to Jack's advances.
"Marcelino, you're so strong and handsome now," Jack said, his voice low and sultry. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?"
Marcelino's vision blurred, and he felt a strange warmth spreading through his body. "Jack, what are you talking about?"

Jack leaned closer, his breath hot against Marcelino's ear. "I've desired you for so long, Marcelino. And now, I can finally have you."

With a demonic grin, Jack slowly began to undress Marcelino, who was too intoxicated and disoriented to resist. "Jack, what are you doing?" Marcelino mumbled, his words slurred.
The night grew darker, and the moon cast an eerie glow through the windows of Marcelino's room. Jack's excitement was palpable as he continued to record, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He couldn't believe that he was finally on the verge of fulfilling his long-held fantasy.

"Marcelino," Jack murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "I've wanted this for so long."

As Jack's hands roamed over Marcelino's chiseled torso, he felt an overwhelming surge of desire. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing Marcelino's ear as he whispered, "You're mine now, and no one can take you away from me."


Jack's hands roamed over Marcelino's muscular body, savoring the feel of his skin. "If only you knew how long I've been longing for this, my love."


As Jack stripped Marcelino down to his briefs, he licked his lips, eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him. He pulled out his phone, preparing to record the moment. "This will be something I'll treasure forever, and who knows, maybe I'll need it someday."

Marcelino, now barely conscious, was powerless to stop Jack. Jack's hands moved with a desperate, frantic energy, fueled by years of pent-up desire. "You're mine now, Marcelino," he whispered, pressing record on his phone.

With trembling hands, Jack began to pull down Marcelino's briefs, his heart racing with anticipation. But at that moment, Marcelino's eyes fluttered open slightly. "Jack... no..."
Jack paused, his grip tightening on the phone. "Yes, Marcelino. Yes."

As the camera started recording, Jack's malicious smile grew wider. He was finally getting what he had longed for, and nothing would stop him now.
The night was a twisted blur of desire and deceit, leaving a dark shadow over the once strong bond of friendship. Marcelino, in his vulnerability, had become a pawn in Jack's dangerous game, unaware of the sinister plans that lay ahead.

Just as Jack was about to lower himself onto Marcelino, a sudden noise from outside the room startled him. The door creaked open, and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. It was Aira Jewels assistant.
"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with anger.

Jack froze, the phone slipping from his grasp. "Rose, I... I can explain," he stammered, his face draining of color.

Rose's eyes blazed with fury as she marched into the room, her gaze locking onto the semi-conscious Marcelino. "You drugged him, didn't you? You sick bastard!"

Jack tried to back away, but Rose was too quick. She grabbed the phone and stopped the recording, her expression one of disgust. "You're coming with me, Jack. This ends now."

She reached down to help Marcelino, her touch gentle and reassuring. " Young master Marcelino, it's going to be okay. I'm here."

Marcelino's eyes fluttered open, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. "Rose... what... what's happening?"

"Shh, just rest. I'll take care of this," she said softly, turning her attention back to Jack, who was now trembling with fear.

Rose's voice was cold and authoritative. "You're going to pay for this, Jack. You thought you could take advantage of Young master Marcelino, but you were wrong."

Jack, realizing the gravity of his situation, fell to his knees. "Please, Rose, don't do this. I was... I was just... I'm sorry."

But Rose was unmoved. "Sorry won't cut it, Jack. You betrayed young master Marcelino's trust and violated his privacy. You deserve to face the consequences."

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Security, I need assistance in Young master Marcelino's room. There's a situation that needs immediate attention."

Within minutes, security personnel arrived and escorted a pleading and terrified Jack out of the room. Marcelino, now more lucid, watched as his former friend was taken away.
"Rose... thank you," Marcelino whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and exhaustion.

Anamae smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Rest now, Young master. We'll get through this together."

As Marcelino drifted into a troubled sleep, Rose stayed by his side, vowing to protect him from any harm. The night had been a harrowing ordeal, but with Anamae's unwavering support, Marcelino knew he would find the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.